They picked out a smaller one, which Celia said was at least of fair quality."Now leave all the bargaining to me," she adjured him."These prices that they talk about in the piano trade are all in the air.There are tremendous discounts, if one knows how to insist upon them.
All you have to do is to tell them to send it to your house--you wanted it today, you said?"
"Yes--in memory of yesterday," he murmured.
She herself gave the directions, and Thurston's people, now all salesmen again, bowed grateful acquiescence.
Then she sailed regally across the room and down the stairs, drawing Theron in her train.The hirelings made salaams to him as well; it would have been impossible to interpose anything so trivial and squalid as talk about terms and dates of payment.
"I am ever so much obliged to you," he said fervently, in the comparative solitude of the lower floor.She had paused to look at something in the book-department.
"Of course I was entirely at your service; don't mention it,"she replied, reaching forth her hand in an absent way for her parasol.
He held up instead the volume he had purchased."Guess what that is! You never would guess in this wide world!"His manner was surcharged with a sense of the surreptitious.
"Well, then, there's no good trying, IS there?"commented Celia, her glance roving again toward the shelves.
"It is a life of George Sand," whispered Theron.
"I've been reading it this morning--all the Chopin part--while I was waiting for you."
To his surprise, there was an apparently displeased contraction of her brows as he made this revelation.
For the instant, a dreadful fear of having offended her seized upon and sickened him.But then her face cleared, as by magic.She smiled, and let her eyes twinkle in laughter at him, and lifted a forefinger in the most winning mockery of admonition.