"How much?"
"A thousand wouldn't be any too much."
"Enough?"
"Well, perhaps not enough," the professor nerved himself to admit.
"I'll give you two, now. Give you the rest when you get—when you get It here."
"You move me, I confess," conceded the professor. "I will undertake it."
"How long will it be, do you think?"
"I shall give orders by cable. A month, possibly, if all goes well."
"I'll give you check." He gulped at that. It was the first time he had ever used the words.
The Countess parted the curtains. Curiously enough she carried a pen and ink, though no one remarked upon the circumstance.