“You see,” she went on, “I simply must get work. So of course I came here first, I felt so sure you’d help me if you could.”
“Yes—yes; of course. Now, let me see—let me see. You say you’re good at figures?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, suppose you try adding up these columns.”
Mr. Irving took down a book of accounts, and opened it at random.
“Here now, here now,” he said, “don’t put your figures on the page; they may be wrong. Add these columns on a separate sheet of paper—so—and let me think what I can do for you.”
Dorothy took the pad of paper and the pencil he gave her, and going to a seat at a side-table, she began to add. So excited was she over the way the plan was working, she could scarcely see the figures at all, but she added away industriously, now and then peeping at Mr. Irving.
He was intently studying the note, and occasionally he would look off into space, as if trying to recall Mr. Roger Arundel!
In a few moments the door opened, and the office boy said: “A lady to see you, sir.”
“What name?” said Mr. Irving.