He gazed at me once more. 'Ef only I could get hold of a woman of business like you to soar through life with me,' he murmured.
HIS OPEN ADMIRATION WAS GETTING QUITE EMBARRASSING.
I grew interested in my shoes. His open admiration was getting quite embarrassing.
He paused a minute. Then he went on: 'Well, what do you say to it?'
'To what?' I asked, amazed.
'To my proposition—my offer.'
'I— I don't understand,' I stammered out bewildered. 'The 25 per cent, you mean?'
'No, the de-votion of a lifetime,' he answered, looking sideways at me. 'Miss Cayley, when a business man advances a proposition, commercial or otherwise, he advances it because he means it. He asks a prompt reply. Your time is valuable. So is mine. Are you prepared to consider it?'