"Must you really go?" said the millionaire in a regretful tone as if they would really confer a favor by disturbing still longer the privacy of himself and his wife.
The clerk looked hesitatingly at his employer, as if there was still something on his mind that was troubling him. Peevishly he said:
"Yes, it's late. I want to get to bed. It's nearly one o'clock and I've got to be at the office by nine It's different with you. You haven't got to be there unless you want to. That makes a difference."
"So it does," said the millionaire carelessly. Abruptly, as if he did not wish the conversation prolonged, he said: "Well, good night!"
"Good night," rejoined the other in a surly, dissatisfied tone.
Virginia rose and went towards her sister.
"Good night, dear," she said affectionately.
"Good night."
As she was going out Fanny suddenly turned back. Running to her brother-in-law, she said:
"Thank you so much for the auto."