THE TONE OF TIME
"It's understood then, on your oath, as a gentleman?" She was so eager that practically this settled it, though I moved to and fro a little while she watched me in suspense. It vibrated all round us that she had gone out to the thing in a stifled flare, that a whole close relation had in the few minutes revived. We know it of the truly amiable person that he will strain a point for another that he wouldn't strain for himself. The stroke to put in for Mary was positively prescribed. The work represented really much more than had been covenanted, and if the purchaser chose so to value it this was her own affair. I decided. "If it's understood also on your word."
We were so at one that we shook hands on it. "And when may I send?"
"Well, I shall see her this evening. Say early tomorrow."
"Early to-morrow." And I went with her to her brougham, into which, I remember, as she took leave, she expressed regret that she mightn't then and there have introduced the canvas for removal. I consoled her with remarking that she couldn't have got it in—which was not quite true.
I saw Mary Tredick before dinner, and though I was not quite ideally sure of my present ground with her I instantly brought out my news. "She's so delighted that I felt I must in conscience do something still better for you. She's not to have it on the original terms. I've put up the price."
Mary wondered. "But to what?"
"Well, to four hundred. If you say so, I'll try even for five."
"Oh, she'll never give that."
"I beg your pardon."
"After the agreement?" She looked grave. "I don't like such leaps and bounds."
"But, my dear child, they're yours. You contracted
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