“I have things to say to you,” she faltered. “Do you have time?”
For answer he pushed closer to the blazing logs an easy chair, and motioned her into it.
There no longer seemed any need to say what she had planned. His mere presence filled her with a healing peace.
“And it was so black for my eyes only a while before!” She spoke aloud her thought and paused, embarrassed.
“Black for your eyes?” he repeated, leaning towards her with an inviting interest.
“You know I was first on the table by the hotel?”
His eyebrows lifted whimsically.
“Tell me about it,” he urged.
“All those higher-ups what didn’t care a pinch of salt for me myself making such a fuss over a little accident of good luck!”
“Accident! You have won your way inch by inch grappling with life.” His calm, compelling look seemed to flood her with strength. “You have what our colleges cannot give, the courage to face yourself, the power to think. And now all your past experiences are so much capital to be utilized. Do you see the turning-point I mean?”