His manner gave no indication of the thing in his mind.
"Oh, yes," Nancy replied happily. "You see, I've bearded you—only you've no beard—in your fierce den up in Sachigo. And I've—and you've come right down here to Quebec with me to discuss with my people the thing they want to discuss with you. They didn't think I—they didn't hope that. Maybe I've done better than they expected. Why, when I hand the news to Mr. Peterman he'll—he'll—oh, I'm just dying to see his face when I tell him."
"You—haven't wired him already?"
"No. The news was too good to send by wire."
For a moment the man contemplated the simple radiant creature beside him. She was so transparently happy. And the sight of her happiness satisfied him.
"It'll—astonish him, eh?"
"Astonish him?" Nancy laughed. "That doesn't say a thing. I shouldn't wonder if he refused to believe me."
"And you'll get—promotion? Promotion—in Skandinavia?"
The girl's eyes sobered on the instant.
"Surely. Why not?"