“I can't tell you now. We'll go over it all to-morrow. I've new plans. They've bought me out. D'you see? At a price that—well, I thought I'd got used to juggling millions at Haynes-Cooper. But this surprised even me. Will you come? Early? Take the eight-ten.”
“That's too early. I'll get the ten.”
The mid-October country was a lovely thing. Fanny, with the strain of Theodore's debut and leave-taking behind her, and the prospect of a high-tension business talk with Fenger ahead, drank in the beauty of the wayside woods gratefully.
Fenger met her at the station. She had never seen him so boyish, so exuberant. He almost pranced.
“Hop in,” he said. He had driven down in a runabout. “Brother get off all right? Gad! He CAN play. And you've made the whole thing possible.” He turned to look at her. “You're a wonder.”
“In your present frame of mind and state of being,” laughed Fanny, “you'd consider any one a wonder. You're so pleased with yourself you're fairly gummy.”
Fenger laughed softly and sped the car on. They turned in at the gate. There was scarlet salvia, now, to take the place of the red geraniums. The gay awnings, too, were gone.
“This is our last week,” Fenger explained. “It's too cold out here for Katherine. We're moving into town to-morrow. We're more or less camping out here, with only the Jap to take care of us.”
“Don't apologize, please. I'm grateful just to be here, after the week I've had. Let's have the news now.”
“We'll have lunch first. I'm afraid you'll have to excuse Katherine. She probably won't be down for lunch.” The Jap had spread the luncheon table on the veranda, but a brisk lake breeze had sprung up, and he was busy now transferring his table from the porch to the dining room. “Would you have believed it,” said Fenger, “when you left town? Good old lake. Mrs. Fenger coming down?” to the man.