"Very well."
The girl again turned to go, but the banker anticipated her. As she reached the door he stood beside it, and opened it for her to pass out. He was holding something in his hand. It was an exquisitely formed gold fountain-pen.
"This yours is, I think," he said heavily, while his eyes searched those depths of hazel he had missed before.
The girl smiled as she gazed at the beautiful pen. She shook her head.
"No," she said. "I never possessed anything so beautiful in my life."
"But you drop it as you come, I think, yes?" The man's eyes were levelled at her devouringly. Quick as thought he turned to Elas watching the scene. "Is it yours? I see it on the carpet, yes?"
The manager was prompt to take his cue.
"It's not mine," he said. "It must be yours, Miss McDonald. If it isn't I guess you'd best have it till we find its owner."
The girl smiled from one to the other.
"Thanks ever so much," she said, with frank pleasure. "I'll keep it till we find the owner. It's a lovely thing."