“But look at me,” she begged. “I shan’t sleep a wink to-night. I shall think about it all night. It will be lovely—but torturing—dear!—But you’ll sleep, I expect....” She pouted this last.
“I’m going away,” he announced abruptly.
“Oh!” she cried, startled.... “But you’ll come in to-morrow?”
“I shall go away for a few days. Perhaps longer.”
“But—but—we haven’t settled about the paper!——”
He was grim.—“You don’t suppose I can think about the paper now, do you?”
“No, no—of course not—but it must be done to-day, Edgar! Or to-morrow at the very latest!... Can’t we try to put this on one side, just for an hour?”
He shook his head before the impossibility....
And that was how it came about that the Indian policy of the “Novum” was left in the hands of Mr. Suwarree Prang.