“ Oh, not five minutes; but there’s a sting at the end of it, for I want you to find the man some work in your office.”
“ What are his qualifications?”
“ I don’t know. He’s a clerk.”
“ How old?”
“ Twenty-five, perhaps.”
“ What’s his name?”
“ Bast,” said Margaret, and was about to remind him that they had met at Wickham Place, but stopped herself. It had not been a successful meeting.
“ Where was he before?”
“ Dempster’s Bank.”
“ Why did he leave?” he asked, still remembering nothing.
“ They reduced their staff.”
“ All right; I’ll see him.”
It was the reward of her tact and devotion through the day. Now she understood why some women prefer influence to rights. Mrs. Plynlimmon, when condemning suffragettes, had said: “The woman who can’t influence her husband to vote
