"And who are they?"
"My father and my fiancé."
"I have your own, of course."
"Yes, and you have my heartiest prayer that you may get both. Oh," she went on, throwing up her hands. "I don't think I can stand any more of this. I know what I must do and you must not urge me. These scenes are too much for me."
"Why did you come here, then?" asked the man. "You know I can't be in your presence without appealing to you."
"To show you this," said the girl, drawing a yellow telegram slip from her bag which she had thrown on the desk.
"Is it from him? I had one, too," answered the man, picking it up.
"Of course," said the girl, "since you and he are partners in business. I never thought of that. I should not have come."
"Heaven bless you for having done so. Every moment that I see you makes me more determined. If I could see you all the time and--"
"He'll be here in a month," interrupted the girl. "He wants the wedding to take place immediately and so do I."