THE BRASS BOWL
was that she was worn with excitement and fatigue, near to the point of breaking down.
"You're tired," he insisted, solicitous. "Can't you let me?"
"I am tired," she admitted wistfully, voice subdued, yet rich and vibrant. "No, please. Please let me go. Don't ask me any questions—now."
"Only one," he made supplication. "I've done nothing"
"Nothing but be more kind than I can say!"
"And you're not going to back out of our partnership?"
"Oh!" And now the color in her cheeks was warmer than that which the dawn had lent them. "No … I shan't back out." And she smiled.
"And if I call a meeting of the board of management of Anisty and Wentworth, Limited, you will promise to attend?"
"Ye-es …"
"Will it be too early if I call one for to-day?"
"Why …"
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