“Thank Heaven, we’re safe!... And it only costs thirty-nine hundred. (Five of this was Mr. Mix’s self-granted commission.) I’ve bought a second option on every last house in town. And I’ll need the car all afternoon. I’ve got to run all over everywhere and close these deals.... What are you going to do?”
“Why,” she said with a rueful glance at her check-book. “I guess I’ll go down and see how soon I can get that loan back. I’m not used to––putting off tradesmen’s bills, Theodore. I wasn’t brought up to it.”
CHAPTER XVI
Now after prolonged debate, and a trial of irresistible force (which was Henry’s logic) against an immovable body (which was Anna’s loyalty), she had finally consented to run up into the country for a week’s respite from the hot weather. Before she left, however, she was first sworn to secrecy, and told of the discovery of the lurking comma, and of the plan for a militant referendum; she was properly convulsed, but a little later, when her practical instincts had had a chance to assert themselves, she inquired of Henry where there was any benefit to the Orpheum.
“Not a bit,” he assured her cheerfully.
“Not even in the Council––”
“Dearest, it doesn’t make the difference of the billionth part of a counterfeit Russian rouble.”
She regarded him curiously. “Are you as cheerful as all that just because you’re getting 288 back at Mr. Mix? And maybe spoiling his boom for Mayor?”