“But it is such an obligation—”
“Let me represent the world at its finest. Let me found the bad news insurance company.”
“Surely you can’t afford to sacrifice so much time.”
“I’ll paint a picture or two. I shall be more than repaid.”
“You’re an artist!” she exclaimed as though that might account for many hitherto inexplicable matters.
“I’m striving to deserve that title,” he admitted.
Her head was awhirl with the quick sequence of unexpected events. But in the midst of it she still grasped at this hope.
“Would you,” she gasped, “be good enough to meet my aunt?”
“It will be a pleasure.”
“She is very quick-tempered,” she explained, “so you needn’t pay much attention to her.”