And Cathleen answered:
“I hope I’m not in the way.”
“All right. Only stand clear of the machine. There never was such ubiquitous stuff as motor grease. I shan’t be long. It’s a broken crown-wheel, I think— Oh! here’s Casey. Casey, take Miss Bentley round the garden. Have tea in the parlor, and I’ll join you when I’ve cleaned up.”
It was a couple of hours before René joined them. During that time Cathleen had to listen to his praises, and to hear how the business, after a slow beginning, had begun to pick up, until now they had almost as much work as they could do with their present staff.
“I’m sorry,” said René. “It’s a new customer, and he wants the car for to-morrow morning, and I couldn’t take any of the men off their jobs. It is good to see you. Have you seen the house?”
No. Casey had only shown her the garden.
After tea René took her over the house.
“It wants you,” he said.
“I knew that. I sent in my resignation yesterday.”
“When will you come?”