"Ill send for Ida Blair."
"No--please!"
"Why?"
"Sit down."
She did, biting back excitement.
"I don't know how to talk to that little woman. She depresses me. This
is your venture and mine."
"But her play! Its production will mean her resurrection. Her monument
to a memory. Her protest. A chance to get her on her feet. An
opportunity for a home, a background, a reason for living to a woman who
has lost every reason. It's her play and her chance."
"And it is our venture."
"I'm not afraid."
"Are we partners, then?"
"If I had the money, yes, to my limit."
"I don't mean that."
"I do."
"All right; go your limit."
"My limit? How far would six one-hundred-dollar municipal bonds and--"
"Good. I'll sell you six per cent of a twenty-thousand-dollar venture
for the six hundred."
"Six--percent--twenty--thousand--Why, that's not a man-to-man
proposition! You're treating me like a child."
"All right, then; three per cent for the six hundred."
"Done! But no nonsense. If I lose, I lose. Man to man."
"'Man to man,'" he said, clasping her hand and drinking down deep into
her gaze.
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