It was as good as a plain, "Yes." For a few moments they chatted.

As she hung up the receiver after his deferential goodbye, Constance knew that she had gained a new angle from which to observe Warrington's character.

He was intensely human and he was "in wrong." Here was a mess, all around.
The day wore on, yet brought no indecision as to what she would do, though it brought no solution as to how to do it.

The inaction was worse than anything else.

The last quotations had come in over the ticker, showing the Syndicate stocks still unchanged.