“You mean you don’t want a raise?”
She said, rather bewildered: “I have signed for three years——”
“Blaa! What’s a contract! You can have them both. Stick ’em in the fire. Is that right?”
“But——”
“Listen, my dear. You ought to get what Blythe’s getting the first year. After that we’ll see. What do you say?”
“It is too kind of you——”
“Let me worry over that. Are we set? You have what you want—anything you want. You fix it up and I’ll O. K. it. Is that right, sweetheart?”
The girl looked at him in a dazed way. He left his seat, came over, seated himself on the arm of her chair. As she rose, instinctively, his arm brushed her bare shoulder.
And now he also stood up, his hot, red features, and the grin and the little darkish eyes very close to her face.
“See here, Eris,” he said thickly, “I’m crazy about you.”