Do you promise?"
Moira seized Shirley's hand and kissed it impulsively. "Very well,
then," Shirley continued. "That matter is adjusted, and now we'll all
be happy. Here comes Thelma with luncheon. Cheer up, dear, and
remember that sometime this afternoon you're going to see Mr. Bryce
smile again, and perhaps there won't be so much of a cloud over his
smile this time."
When Moira returned to the office of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber
Company, Shirley rang for her maid. "Bring me my motor-coat and hat,
Thelma," she ordered, "and telephone for the limousine." She seated
herself before the mirror at her dressing-table and dusted her
adorable nose with a powder-puff. "Mr. Smarty Cardigan," she murmured
happily, "you walked rough-shod over my pride, didn't you! Placed me
under an obligation I could never hope to meet--and then ignored me--
didn't you? Very well, old boy. We all have our innings sooner or
later, you know, and I'm going to make a substantial payment on that
huge obligation as sure as my name is Shirley Sumner. Then, some day
when the sun is shining for you again, you'll come to me and be very,
very humble. You're entirely too independent, Mr. Cardigan, but, oh,
my dear, I do hope you will not need so much money. I'll be put to my
wit's end to get it to you without letting you know, because if your
affairs go to smash, you'll be perfectly intolerable.
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