He hesitated a moment, opened his lips as if to speak, and then abruptly left the room.
Sara smiled.
Many minutes passed before the two Wrandalls put in an appearance. She understood the delay. They were telephoning to certain legal advisers.
"What's this I hear, Sara?" demanded Leslie, extending his hand after a second's hesitation.
She shook hands with him, not listlessly but with the vigour born of nervousness.
"I don't know what you've heard," she said pointedly.
His slim fingers went searching for the end of his moustache.
"Why,—why, about selling out to us," he stammered.
"I am willing to retire from the firm of Wrandall & Co.," she said.
"Father says the business is as good as it was a year ago, but I don't agree with him," said the son, trying to look lugubrious.