"But I must go, I'm just like Queen Esther. I do hope he'll hold out his sceptre."
Jim opened the door, and Toney stood face to face with the genius, who was pacing the narrow limits of the small waiting-room.
"Oh, please forgive me! I've come to tell you that Jim, who's a great friend of mine, says he could forgive and forget if I told him to do so—I thought I'd better tell you to—forgive and forget."
No one could have resisted a smile at this speech, even Frank Weston, who was smarting from the opening of the old wound, smiled, then sternly he said, "I—did not want to see anybody."
"I'm not anybody, indeed I'm not. Just a poor relation of Sir Evas, till I got a lot of money left to me by the dearest old General. He was good, you bet, and he would have forgiven anyone, especially if—they sent these flowers."
There seemed to be no need of an explanation between these two. Frank Weston had now realised Toney's conspiracy.
Toney held out the lovely bunch of roses she had herself tied up for Jeanie.
"Look, please take them—exchange them—if you forgive her. She is just sobbing her heart out and calling herself no end of names, I believe she is heart-broken, and says she only wants your forgiveness."
The genius turned away and there was silence.
"There is so little time, Mr. Weston, can't you make up your mind?"