In the light
of Brooks' explanation, she could see nothing wrong. On the other
hand, she knew Bill Wagstaff was not prone to jump at rash conclusions.
It was largely his habit to give others the benefit of the doubt. If
he objected to certain manipulations of the Free Gold Mining Company,
his objection was likely to be based on substantial grounds. But then,
as Brooks had observed, or, rather, inferred, Bill was not exactly an
expert on finance, and this new deal savored of pure finance--a term
which she had heard Bill scoff at more than once. At any rate, she
hoped nothing disagreeable would come of it.
So she put the whole matter out of her mind. She had an engagement
with a dressmaker, and an invitation to afternoon tea following on
that. She dressed, and went whole-heartedly about her own affairs.
Dinner time was drawing close when she returned home. She sat down by
a window that overlooked the street to watch for Bill. As a general
thing he was promptness personified, and since he was but twenty-four
hours returned from a three months' absence, she felt that he would not
linger--and Granville's business normally ceased at five o'clock.
Six passed.
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