"It depends on the work. There's been a good deal of correspondence lately and I've stayed late to finish it up. If I may, there is just something I want to finish here."
She laid her hand on the typewriter.
"Please do."
Without further apology, Miss Marchrose sat down to her machine and completed the sheet upon which she had been engaged. As she drew it off the roller, Mark Easter came in.
She looked up with a sort of pleasure in her glance, and handed him a thin pile of foolscap sheets.
"Five copies," she said.
Mark glanced at the papers.
"I'm so grateful!" he exclaimed. "That's exactly what I wanted. Do you know what that is, Sir Julian?"
"What?"
"Estate business," laughed Mark. "Miss Marchrose is good enough to help me through with some of it, as she only works ten hours a day here."