"No; that's not for me!"
"You're wrong, kid," he said energetically. "You don't know the game!"
"What! You advise me to marry?" she exclaimed, in astonishment.
"You? Every time!" he said, straightening up. "However, we'll discuss that later!" He looked at her shrewdly and said abruptly: "How about Sassoon?"
A fantastic idea came into her head—to try to what extent his advice could be disinterested.
"Sassoon's the point," she said quietly. "What do you think he offered me this very morning?"
She detailed the terms, the proffered marriage and the contract, while Blainey, craning forward, listened with intense curiosity. When she had finished, he rose abruptly, eased the grip of his collar and moved heavily to the window. Then he made her repeat all that she had said, word for word.
"You're giving me a straight story?"
"Honest to God!"
He gave vent to a long whistle, drumming on the desk.