"Perhaps," said Rosalind, doubtfully.
"Why 'perhaps?' I thought it was to help you all?"
"Yes," she answered. "Oh, it's meant to."
"There's a reservation in your manner," he said, "that— What's the use of our being such old friends if you don't confide in me?"
"Ah, I didn't think of that," she laughed. "Well, did you see the man with a coat?"
"I saw him with aversion."
"I thought it would please you! That's the manager, Mr. Quisby."
"Your manager, do you mean?"
"I'm telling you—the manager of the Company that came to grief. The girls are supposed to have got this up for themselves; but you may have noticed that you paid your shilling to Mr. Quisby."
"A—ah!" said Conrad. "There seems a weak spot in the business arrangements. Well, what do you propose?"