"Fifteen hundred a year—no encumbrances—unlimited prospects——"
She looked up at him, much amused.
"It sounds a little like a real estate advertisement. But, seriously, Harry—don't—don't—can't you see I've no time for such nonsense? I'm driven almost to distraction. I owe Mr. Ricaby so much money. He has almost ruined himself for me. He has worked day and night on this case—neglected all his law practice. I hear him coming now. Perhaps he has some news."
There were sounds of hurried footsteps. The door opened, and the lawyer entered hurriedly. He looked flurried as if something important had happened. Turning to Harry, he said quickly:
"Will you excuse us a moment?"
"Certainly—certainly——" said the young man.
With a side glance at Paula, he went out, closing the door. Mr. Ricaby quickly approached Paula. Laboring under some excitement, he said:
"Your uncle demands an interview with you. I told him you refused to go to him."
"Quite right! Go to him indeed!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"He and Mr. Cooley are now at my office. They want to come here to see you."