He felt that the fine long hands playing with the catalogue
were shaping events for him, while her eyes measured him with their
meditative gaze.
"I must risk that," she said. "I should lose more than three days in
finding a substitute, and I think you will do the work as I want it
done."
"And supposing I can't do it in time?"
"Will you do your best--that's all?"
"Certainly; whatever I do, I shall do my best. And if I fail you--"
Left unfinished, hanging in mid air, the phrase suggested the vague
phantasmal contingencies for which he could find no name.
"I am willing to take the risk."
Her phrase too was satisfying. Its generous amplitude covered him like
a cloak.
"But we haven't arranged anything about terms."
No, they had not. Was it in her adorable simplicity, or in the mere
recklessness of her youth, that she engaged him first and talked about
terms afterwards? Or did she know an honest man when she saw one? He
took his note-book and pencil and made out an estimate with the
rapidity of happy inspiration, a fantastic estimate, incredibly and
ludicrously small.
"Then," said she, "there will be your expenses."
He had not thought of that difficulty; but he soared above it, still
reckless and inspired.
"Expenses? Oh, expenses are included."
She considered the estimate with the prettiest pucker of her
meditative brows.
"I don't understand these things; but--it seems very little.
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