"Oh, darling," she cried, "what does it matter! It's better; I like it better, honestly I do! I want to start that way; I want to! Oh, please don't worry or be sad even for a minute!"
"All right, baby," said Rutherford. His hand stroked her hair gently for a moment; then he took his arm from around her.
"I promised to join the party for an hour," he said. "So I'll say good night, and I want you to go to bed soon and get a good sleep. Good night, Mr. Curly. I'm sorry to have let you in for all these financial matters."
But Michael had already picked up his hat and cane. "I'll go along with you," he said.