Paul did not readily accept flattery, and he supposed that Irene was about to ask a favor that she could not obtain in any other way, but he waited as patiently and accepted the terms as politely as though she were a queen.
“Paul,” she said, “I am going away for a time, and I wish to ask you to attend to a little matter of business for me. I am expecting a letter from papa which will 136 contain a check. Please cash it and send it by express. Here is the order. I will let you know later where to send it.”
“I would rather you would leave the business with your husband. I think he is the proper one.”
“No,” she said abruptly, “I wish you to do the favor for me. Can’t I trust you to do a small favor?”
“Certainly you can,” said Paul, a new idea entering his head.
“And will you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I shall never be able to thank you enough. There, let me pay you for your trouble; take this money.”
“No, I shall not accept a penny. I am not in need of money.”
“You will attend to the business for me, though?”