“Fine!” said Zanin doubtfully. “Let me take it along. I'll read it to-night—go over it with Sue, perhaps.”
Peter shook his head.
“But I'll have to see it, Mann.”
“I'll read it to you—to you and Sue,” said Peter.
Zanin looked at him, faintly surprised and thinking.
Peter went back to the hearth, dropped on his knees and threw another bundle of letters into the fire.
“The fact is,” said Zanin, hesitating, “I had some work planned for Sue this evening.”
“No hurry,” remarked Peter.
“Ah, but there is.” Zanin hitched forward in his chair. The eager hardness came again into his eyes. His strong, slightly husky voice rose a little.
“Why? How so?” Peter settled back on his heels and poked the fire.