"Sure!" supplemented George; "and look at me and Cherry. Success means as much to her as it does to any of us, and if she pulled this off, you bet she knew what she was doing. Anyhow, you ain't got any right to break up the play."
But Boyd clung to his point with a stubbornness which he himself found it difficult to explain. The arguments of the others only annoyed him. The walk to Cherry's hotel afforded him time for reflection which, while it deepened his doubt, somewhat lessened his impatience, and when he was shown into her presence he did not begin in the impetuous manner he had designed. A certain hesitation and dread of the truth mastered him, and, moreover, the girl's appearance dismayed him. She seemed almost ill. She was listless and fagged. Upon his announcement of the good news, she only smiled wearily, and said:
"I told you not to give up. The unexpected always happens."
"And was it unexpected—to you?" he asked, awkwardly.
"What happens is nearly always unexpected—when it's good."
"Not to the one who brings it about."
"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?"
"You were with Hilliard last night."
She nodded slightly, "We closed our negotiations for the copper-mine last night."
"How did you come out?"