"I could plan that for you," I said, "if you really mean it."
He looked at me curiously. "You are a remarkable little person," he observed. "Are there, then, things that you can't do?"
I went to see Rose back in the same factory, a little more worn, a little less hopeful, but still at her work among the girls. She welcomed the suggestion that he come to speak. He came for the next week's meeting.
"Rose," I said, "don't say anything to Mr. Ember about me."
Before that night came round, something happened. One morning, when Mr. Ember was going through his mail, he read one letter through twice.
"This one," he said, "I must take time to answer. My lecture bureau has gone into bankruptcy."
"Well," I said, "what of that? You don't need a bureau."
"It's not that," he said; "I own stock in it."
At noon he went out. When he came in his face was clear, and he went back to his proof. As I was leaving that night he spoke abruptly: