“Dorothy!” she cried. “You’re in love with her. I knew it all along.”
“What!”
“Yes. I can’t bear to see you unhappy. I’d rather—”
He laughed and took her in his arms. “Little fool!” he said. “Little silly child! Dear little idiot!”
She burst out crying, and put her head on his shoulder.
“I’m not in love with anybody, you goose, except you,” he said. “What made you think I was? I suppose I have been acting crazy. I know I have. But it’s a different kind of craziness. I was worrying about—my job.”
“Your job?” She looked up from his shoulder. “Have you heard already? I just left Clive at the corner.”
“Clive? Heard what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“He was coming down to tell you the news. You don’t know it? Well—a telegram came this afternoon. From Hawkins. He’s resigned. And you’ve been appointed in his place.”
“Really!”