"Then you don't care to repeat your original proposition?"
"Well, the way business has been falling off—"
"Perhaps you would prefer to sell out to me," she remarked quietly.
"Not at all!" he said quickly, with a surprised glance at his father. "We couldn't think of letting the business pass out of the Wrandall name."
"You forget that MY name is Wrandall," she rejoined. "There would be no occasion to change the firm's name; merely its membership."
"Our original offer stands," said the senior Wrandall stiffly. "We prefer to buy."
"And I to sell. Mr. Carroll will meet you to-morrow, gentlemen. He will represent me as usual. Our business as well as social relations are about to end, I suppose. My only regret is that I cannot further accommodate you by changing my name. Still you may live in hope that time may work even that wonder for you."
She arose. The two men regarded her in an aggrieved way for a moment.
"I have no real feeling of hostility toward you, Sara," said Leslie nervously, "in spite of all that you said the other night."
"I am afraid you don't mean that, deep down in your heart, Leslie," she said, with a queer little smile.