"Upty-tupty!" cried Gideon. "What's the lady so sour about?"
"I'm not sour."
"Then why won't you go?"
"I can't."
"But we'll have a chance to talk over what I'm going to do for you."
"You've kept your word," said Susan.
"That was only part. Besides, I'd have given your house the order, anyhow."
Susan's eyes suddenly lighted up. "You would?" she cried.
"Well—a part of it. Not so much, of course. But I never let pleasure interfere with business. Nobody that does ever gets very far."
Her expression made him hasten to explain—without being conscious why. "I said—part of the order, my dear. They owe to you about half of what they'll make off me. . . . What's that money on the table? Your commission?"