"A week! You think it might all be finished in a week?"
"Certainly—thereabouts. These things—" he touched the diamonds—"are practically money."
Delia sat ruminating, with a bright excited face. Then a serious expression returned. She looked up.
"Mr. Lathrop, this ought to be a matter of business between us—if you do me so great a service?"
"You mean I ought to take a commission?" he said, calmly. "I shall do nothing of the kind."
"It is more than I ought to accept!" she cried. "Let your kindness—include what I wish."
He shook his fair hair impatiently.
"Why should you take away all my pleasure in the little adventure?"
She looked embarrassed. He went on—
"Besides we are comrades—we have stood together in the fight. I expect this is for the Cause! If so I ought to be angry that you even suggested it!"