She dropped Pat's hand and turned to Jean.
"Monday, then?"
"Monday." They smiled quietly as if they were sealing a contract.
Out in the street Pat drew a deep breath.
"Well! If you ask me, I recommend that as about the quickest thing I ever saw pulled off. You go up to introduce me, and come out with a new life work. I believe you've got it at last, Jean."
"I think I have, Pat. I feel as if something had clicked into place inside."
She stopped and looked at Pat with real fear. "Pat, suppose you hadn't come! I wouldn't have gone. I'd left it too long. I feel as if you'd rescued me from something and—as if you'd come just in time."
"Little trick of mine," Pat answered lightly, but her eyes clouded and she slipped her hand into Jean's arm and held it there.
They did not speak again until they were almost at the studio door.
"We used to think we knew an awful lot, didn't we, Jean?"