Perhaps, if you don't mind, it would be better if you waited for me downstairs." Julian's response was a little vague.

She left him, however, without appearing to notice his reluctance and knocked at the door of Fenn's room.

She found him seated behind a desk, dictating some letters to a stenographer, whom he waved away at her entrance.
"Delighted to see you, Miss Abbeway," he declared impressively, "delighted! Come and sit down, please, and talk to me.

We have had a tremendous morning.

Even though the machine is all ready to start, it needs a watchful hand all the time." She sank into the chair from which he had swept a pile of papers and raised her veil.
"Mr.Fenn," she confessed.