"Twelve o'clock."
Suddenly she began to cry.
"Roger," she said brokenly, "I'm sorry I was so bad last night."
He nodded coolly.
"Everything's all right now," he answered. Then, after a pause: "I've got the account—the biggest one."
She turned toward him quickly.
"You have?" Then, after a minute's silence: "Can I get a new dress?"
"Dress?" He laughed shortly. "You can get a dozen. This account alone will bring us in forty thousand a year. It's one of the biggest in the West."
She looked at him, startled.
"Forty thousand a year!"