“So I will when I’ve read the new book, dear lady.”
“If ever it writes itself,” Miss Howe underlined him.
“As to that—I give her a year, as I say. Once this business is over—” his voice mellowed into kindliness—“and good luck to her, dear woman——”
“Ah, good luck!” said Miss Howe and smiled at him.
“Once it’s over, I say——”
“But she will be all right, won’t she?” said the Baxter girl.
“I should certainly have been told——” began Anita.
Miss Howe harangued them—
“Have you ever known Madala Grey fail yet? She’ll be all right. She’ll pull it off—triumphantly. You see! But as for the book—if it comes——”
“When it comes,” corrected Mr. Flood.