"I will stay as long as I'm needed, of course."
"Oh, no! You're quite right to go at once. I can get some one to do your work. But not to take your place. I shall—" Jonathan seemed deeply interested in the crystal paperweight on his desk. "We shall miss you very much."
"I haven't thanked you—"
"Please don't thank me for anything. I have done nothing any one could not have done. It is," he said huskily, "it is to my happiness, my great happiness, if I have been able to help you a very little."
Then he looked up and saw her face.
"Miss Summers! You look overtired—and I have kept you standing. You must sit down, and let me get you—"
"It is nothing at all." She forced a smile to her lips. "It is only the reaction from yesterday. The ride home in the car is all I need. Good night, Mr. Radbourne."
"You are quite sure—"
"Oh, yes. Quite all right, Mr. Radbourne."
"Good night, Miss Summers."