She rose. "I will not interrupt you any longer."
"I should like to finish this matter before dinner. There is not much time left."
"Then I shall have Francis telephone that we are at home, and we expect him." She waited at the door.
"Yes, that's all right," he answered, already absorbed in the papers his clerk had spread before him.
"Good-by, Benas! Good-by, Mr. Elkish."
"Good-by, my child," he called to her as she was leaving.
"This only awaits your signature, Mr. Benas. Here. A dividend of fourteen per cent and a half."
"Really, Elkish? I'm delighted!"
"Yes, and here, 240,000 mark in the sinking fund, then 516,000 mark for surplus."
"Excellent! Splendid!" He put on his eyeglasses and signed the various papers placed before him.