"Is the back room lighted?" said Clinton to his wife.
"No, but it shall be, if you wish it."
"I do. My friends have a little business to transact with me."
Arthur noticed that when Clinton said this, his wife looked at him very penetratingly, as if she would read his
thoughts, but turned away re-assured by the bright smile he gave her, and lighted the room.
"Now," said Clinton, when they were alone, "let's at once to business. I had intended this night only for planning; but we must plan and work both, to-night, for we may not have such another storm in a month. You've good pluck, eh, Pratt?"
"Same as ever."
"Good. You got my note and fixed the wine, Quirk?"
"Just so."
"And you are sure you're ready, Pratt, to help to carry out the plan I've laid for you?"