"Yassuh."
"Draw those portières. Let those curtains up. Let's have a little light. Take away those clothes and hide them. Don't you know that a man doesn't want to see the next morning anything to remind him of the night before? Make the place look a little respectable."
Annie stood in considerable awe of Brockton. In fact, she was afraid of him, so she did not stand on the order of going. She scurried around, and after picking up the coat and vest, opera cloak and other things, threw them over her arm without any idea of order.
"Be careful!" angrily shouted the irate broker, who was watching her. "You're not taking the wash off the line."
"Yassuh!"
The negress literally flew out of the room. Laura put down her newspaper.
"I must say you're rather amiable this morning," she said pointedly.
Brockton turned his head away.
"I feel like h—ll," he growled.
"Market unsatisfactory?" she inquired.