"There might be matters to which he would object—"
She translated my vague words.
"No one asks, if you succeed," she answered tranquilly.
And with that observation were settled those troublesome questions of morality which worried Mr. Dround so deeply.
As I left I said in homage:—
"If this thing is pulled off, it will be yours!"
"Oh, no! Mr. Dround doesn't like women to meddle with business. It is all yours, all yours—and I am glad to have it so."
Her eyes came back to mine, and she smiled in dismissal.