“I will be delighted to meet him,” Tasia suggested tentatively.
Rather laboriously Mrs. Lines climbed down from her high desk and beckoned for Tasia to follow her.
They went out of the room by a side door and up a staircase to the first floor where Mrs. Lines opened a door to a comfortable and well-furnished sitting room.
At a small round table there was a middle-aged man reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee beside him.
He looked up as they entered and rose to his feet.
“Oh, Mr. Seymour,” Mrs. Lines began, “I have this young lady here looking for a position that is unusual and what she calls ‘a challenge’. I think you might be wise to have a word with her.”
Tasia moved forward.
She had the impression that the secretary was about to say it would be useless for him to engage a wo
