It was only after a whispered sentence to the man at the head of the
table that the paper was finally signed.
As they went down to the street together Sara Lee made a little protest.
"But I simply must not take all your time," she said, looking up
anxiously. "I begin to realize how foolhardy the whole thing is. I meant
well, but--it is you who are doing everything; not I."
"I shall not make the soup, mademoiselle," he replied gravely.