The man wheeled and regarded her sharply.
“Why not?”
“Oh, I have some practising to do and I must study my French,” Doris returned.
“I’ll take you in my car.”
“Thanks, but I really won’t be able to make it today.”
There was a ring of finality to her voice, but Ronald did not give up. Instead, he changed his tactics.
“A delay may mean the loss of the entire inheritance, Doris,” he began in a soft, wheedling voice. “You don’t realize how lucky you are to get into the good graces of the Misses Gates.”
“They have been more than kind,” Doris murmured, feeling very uncomfortable.
“Listen, cousin, you stick with me in this deal and you’ll come out on top of the heap. Why, before you get through, you’ll be rich. You’ll sing in Grand Opera!”
“I’ll try to get to the bank some time this week,” she told him.