I still did not. Laboriously, for I never could make a speech in my life, I set my reasons before him. He nodded from time to time, opening and shutting his slender silver pencil.
"So you still think wait?" he mused by-and-by. It was evident that I had not spoken in vain.
"You can be going ahead with all you want to do as we are, and for the rest I'd wait and see what happened."
"Of course there's this war——" he admitted reluctantly.
"It's not the war. It's what'll happen after the war."
"Well," he said, with a shrug, "you know you're my heaven-sent find, and that I'm going to keep you to myself.... So we wait? That's decided?"
"Wait," I repeated doggedly.
Then, as if he had sufficiently tested my belief in myself, that smile broke over his agate of a face again. He leaned back to look at me.
"You're an extraordinary chap!" he positively sparkled fondness at me. "What are you getting now at the F.B.C.—three pounds?"
"Still I say wait," I said, nodding once or twice.