"He gets money from the people who sell stocks and shares—the jobbers, don't you call them?"
"That's the name, to be sure. So he goes down to the city to watch them making money for him. It's a joyous employment, sure; it won't make him bald!"
Gabrielle did not like the tone of this at all, she bridled instantly.
"I dare say that Mr. Lassett is very well content with it. Don't you think that we might be?"
"Why, certainly, I do. That's just what was in my thoughts just now. If he's so well occupied in London, he won't mind your taking a little holiday with me——!"
"With you! How odd it sounds!"
"Odd, or even; I mean every word of it. Will you come to Florida on the Savannah?"
She hesitated and flushed. There are some tones of a man's voice a woman never mistakes. Let him lie to her, and she may be wholly convinced; deceive her by vain promises, and she will believe him—but let him touch the tonic of a lover's chord, and her instinct is immediately attuned. Gabrielle knew that John Faber was about to make love to her. It came as a bolt from the blue.
"Why should I go to Florida in your yacht? Do you propose to take Maryska there?"
"I do indeed—and you also!"