"I'll try," she said quietly.
Jerry gave a great gasp. "By Jove," he said with a boyish laugh. "I can't tell you what a relief it is to get this off my mind. I know I ought to be down here helping, but I—I can't just now. Uncle Jack—that's Ballard Junior—says I've got a place in the world to keep up and a lot of rubbish about—"
"That's very right and proper—of course," she said, gathering up her gloves.
He noted the motion.
"Oh, don't go yet, Una. There are a lot of things I'd like to ask you."
"I think I will have to go."
"But you'll let me see you and talk to you about things, won't you?"
"Of course, I'll have to make an accounting of your money—"
"Oh, yes—the check. You'll get it tomorrow."
"But, Jerry—"