"Ye-es."
"That is to say, to-morrow morning you will have £2250 in actual cash—coin, notes—actually in your possession?"
Miss Euclid's disengaged hand was feeling out behind her again for some surface upon which to express its emotion and hers.
"Well—" she stopped, flushing.
("These people are astounding," Edward Henry reflected, like a god. "She's not got the money. I knew it!")
"It's like this, Mr. Machin," Marrier began.
"Excuse me, Mr. Marrier," Edward Henry turned on him, determined if he could to eliminate the optimism from that beaming face. "Any friend of Miss Euclid's is welcome here, but you've already talked about this theatre as 'ours,' and I just want to know where you come in."
"Where I come in?" Marrier smiled, absolutely unperturbed. "Miss Euclid has appointed me general manajah."
"At what salary, if it isn't a rude question?"
"Oh! We haven't settled details yet. You see the theatre isn't built yet."