“Very well,” he said, “only I should strongly advise you to accept.”
“One hundred a year,” she repeated thoughtfully. “Perhaps you will have changed your mind by to-morrow.”
“There is no fear of it,” he assured her quietly.
“Write it down,” she said. “I think that I shall agree.”
“Don’t you trust me, Blanche?”
“It is a business transaction,” she said coolly; “you have made it one yourself.”
He tore a sheet from his pocket-book and scribbled a few lines upon it.
“Will that do?” he asked her.
She read it through and folded it carefully up.
“It will do very nicely,” she said with a quiet smile. “And now I must go back as quickly as I can.”