He bent a sliver of ivory paper knife almost double.
"I should have taken this matter up some time ago, but the sudden death of my sister Pauline's husband, Doctor Enlow—"
"Mrs. Blair understands that."
"And you?"
"Well," she said, looking off and resolutely keeping her smile, "I guess it means 'The Web' must resume its journey again."
"No, it doesn't."
"Why?"
"It means that I am going to produce it on my own."
She slid to the edge of the chair, her hand closing over the desk edge.
"Oh! Oh!"