“I can see where it must help your connections.”
“Let us hope so! Lord!” Tom paced up and down before Cornelia’s latest cast. “If I don’t get something out of these parties I shall have bartered my soul for nothing.... Satan will have cheated me.”
“He never does,” answered Cornelia.
Tom looked up as if stung.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing extraordinary, Tom. I am convinced that folks who strike a bargain with the Devil do so, not for specific gain, but because they like his company.”
Tom glowed at her with a cold smile of admiration.
“Splendid!... What does it mean?”
Cornelia’s sharp shoulders shrugged.
“I suppose I like Mrs. Duffield’s parties?”