“But—but—-how is it over so soon? What are they doing?”
“When I left, Zanin was entertaining that attorney chap.”
“And Peter?”
“Down on his hands and knees trying to find the contract.”
“Is he—will he—”
“Sign it? Yes. They want you to sign, too. But I told them you'd do it in the morning. You're to have a ten per cent, interest—Zanin and Peter each fifteen.”
“But I don't want—”
“May as well take it. You've earned it.... Look here, Sue, has it occurred to you that we—you and I—haven't had a morsel to eat yet?”
She started in genuine surprise; looked up at him with an intent expression that he could not, at the moment, fathom; then suddenly threw back her head.
“Henry',” she said, a ring in her voice, “I—I'm not engaged any more—not to anybody! I want—” she gave a slow little laugh—“some oysters.”