"And if I call a meeting of the board of management of Anisty and
Wentworth, Limited, you will promise to attend?"
"Ye-es…."
"Will it be too early if I call one for to-day?"
"Why…."
"Say at two o'clock this afternoon, at Eugene's. You know the place?"
"I have lunched there——"
"Then you shall again to-day. You won't disappoint me?"
"I will be there. I … I shall be glad to come. Now—please!"
"You've promised. Don't forget."
He stepped back and stood in a sort of dreamy daze, while, with one final wonderful smile at parting, the girl assumed control of the machine and swung it out from the curb. Maitland watched it forge slowly up the Avenue and vanish round the Thirty-sixth Street corner; then turned his face southward, sighing with weariness and discontent.