When she had
worked out all the plans that had promise in them she
went tranquilly to sleep, a stronger and a more determined
person, for she had said with the energy that
counts: ``I shall see him, somehow. If none of these
schemes works, I'll work out others. He's got to see
me.''
But it was no occult ``bearing down'' that led him
to order her admitted the instant her card came. He
liked her; he wished to see her again; he felt that it
was the decent thing, and somehow not difficult gently
but clearly to convey to her the truth. On her side she,
who had looked forward to the interview with some
nervousness, was at her ease the moment she faced him
alone in that inner office. He had extraordinary personal
charm--more than Ransdell, though Ransdell
had the charm invariably found in a handsome human
being with the many-sided intellect that gives lightness
of mind. Crossley was not intellectual, not in the
least. One had only to glance at him to see that he
was one of those men who reserve all their intelligence
for the practical sides of the practical thing that forms
the basis of their material career.
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