"That's right."
"Free to come at once?"
"To-morrow, if we want her."
"That's good. She's prepared to undertake a certain amount of tuition, and supervision of the staff, of course?"
"Quite."
"Well, Sir Julian," said Mark Easter, turning to him, "shall we put it to the directors?"
Sir Julian made no immediate reply, and Fuller, nothing if not intent upon his business, laid both arms upon the paper-bestrewn table, leant well forward, and began in an earnest and expostulating tone:
"I see you're hesitating, sir. I wish you could have had a personal interview with the young lady, for I really was most favourably impressed—most favourably. As I say, a superior young woman is always an influence, if there's no nonsense about her, and Miss Marchrose certainly has none, so far as I could judge. Of course, sir, the decision rests with you, but I must say I should like to give her a trial. I believe we might do worse."
"What sort of age is she?"
"She told me she was twenty-eight," said Fuller, with a grin that revealed dazzling teeth in his swarthy face, and thereby considerably increased his already marked resemblance to a Southern State negro.