"I will do," said Corrie, "whatever you want. Is this the paper?"
He took up a pen and, still standing, wrote his name across the foot of the document, the other man's attentive gaze following his movements.
"Is that the way you sign legal papers, Corrie, without reading them?"
The blue eyes gave the questioner one expressive glance.
"You gave it to me," was the answer.
Gerard contemplated him, then drew another printed sheet from a pile on the desk and pushed it across.
"All right. I want you to sign this, too," he signified.
As carelessly as before, Corrie set down his signature and turned away from the half-folded page.
"I came back early because I had a letter from Flavia," he explained. "I wanted to answer it right away. She says that father doesn't intend to come home until autumn. I don't believe she likes it much, but of course she wouldn't tell him so. He has enough to stand."