"I have no doubt he could hold the millions together. In fact, he is the first one I have seen of whose ability in that line I am quite certain. However—" She made a slight gesture of dismissal.
"I hope you didn't offend him?"
She raised her brows.
"Forgive me. I might have known—" He stared at the page before him for a moment. "You have a certain finality about you that is almost masculine. They never return to the charge—"
"Oh yes," she demurred. "There is Alton Clyde, for instance—"
Mr. Wayland dismissed Clyde with an inarticulate grunt of contempt which measured that young man's claim to consideration more comprehensively than could a wealth of words.
"I would think it over if I were you," he advised. Then he pondered.
"If you would only change your mind, occasionally, like other girls—"
"I have changed my mind to-night—since Mr. Marsh left."
"Good!" he declared, heartily.
"Yes. I have decided to go to Kalvik with you."