“Oh, yes, you can. I’m a little afraid that my offer may not be accepted.”
“It is sure to be, if the man has any sense. No fear of such an offer being refused! Offers like that are not to be had every day. It will be accepted.”
“Do you really think so, Miss Gale? I am glad that is your opinion. Now, what I wanted to consult you about, is the form of the offer. I would like to put it—well—delicately, you know, so that it would not be refused, nor give offence.”
“I see. You want me to write a letter to him?”
“Exactly, exactly,” cried Denham with some relief. He had not thought of sending a letter before. Now, he wondered why he had not thought of it. It was so evidently the best way out of a situation that was extremely disconcerting.
“Have you spoken to him about it?”
“To him? What him?”
“To your future partner, about the proposal?”
“No, no. Oh, no. That is—I have spoken to nobody but you.”
“And you are determined not to speak to Mr. Rogers before you write?”