"Well, he is a busy man. He'll probably get an early start. I want to be on the ground when he arrives, anyhow. If he should want me to read the play this morning, we should need time."
She made no more objections. She straightened his tie, and brushed his coat, with shining eyes, full of excitement.
"Just think! In five hours we may know." He took up his hat and his manuscript.
"Yes," he answered confidently. "Shall we lunch here?"
"Yes, and do hurry back, Jarvis."
At the door he remembered her.
"Where are you going? Do you want to come?"
"No. I have something to attend to myself. Good luck."
She held out her hand to him. He held it a second, looking at it as if it was a specimen of something hitherto unknown.
"I am not forgetting that you are giving me this chance," he said, and left abruptly.