He knocked at the door, and heard her voice answer, bidding him to come in. She was sitting in a cane lounge-chair, listless, pale, and weary-eyed.
As he entered she gave him one swift glance and then looked away.
"Do you wish to see me, Mrs. Eustace?" he asked in a cold, formal voice.
She did not reply at once, but sat with her head bowed and her hands loosely clasped in her lap.
"If you will say what you wish to as quickly as you can, I shall be obliged," he said. "Brennan is in the office, and I have some matters to arrange with him."
Her head was raised slowly, steadily, until her face was turned full towards him.
"Will you please arrange them first?" she replied. "I want to say something which may take some time, and I—I would not inconvenience the bank."
"I would rather hear what you have to say first, Mrs. Eustace."
She shook her head.
"It is not a matter I can sum up in a few brief sentences," she replied. "If you cannot arrange things with Brennan and then come to me here, pray forget I mentioned anything about it."