Return to your posts of duty, and this little difficulty will be adjusted satisfactorily to you and to Miss Conway." Kendale was used to making a hit with an audience--used to throwing his soul, as it were, into anything he had to say.
The effect on the crowd below was magical; for a moment they were stunned.
The old cashier was almost stunned.

The young millionaire was just about proposing marriage to Margery! Why, what a mistake he had made--what a terrible mistake! Even Margery had fallen back a step or two and was clinging to her father's hand in the greatest amazement.
"I--I think I was mad, friends and fellow-workers," he exclaimed, huskily.

"I believe I was too precipitate in this affair.
"It is so long since I was young I--I had forgotten that it is the custom of men now, as in the years long since gone by, to speak to a maiden of love before he said anything of marriage.
"It did not occur to me that the great millionaire wanted my little girl for his wife, as he now says.
"Hear me, friends, one and all.

I most heartily regret causing this disturbance and I move that we return to our places, as our employer suggests." There was a murmur of assent among the throng; then, all in a body, they moved forward, entering the building again; and in less than five minutes' time matters were moving on quite as smoothly once more as though no sudden upheaval had ever occurred in the great dry goods establishment.
Mr.Conway, however, was too upset to attend further to his duties that afternoon, and accepted the manager's suggestion that he should go to his home, Margery accompanying him.
Meanwhile Kendale had thrown himself down into the nearest chair, breathing hard, feeling like a general who had achieved a most wonderful victory.
"A few soft, silvery words saved me this time," he muttered, "but it throws the girl on my hands.

Well, I suppose I will have to propose marriage to her now--every one expects it; there would be a terrible rumpus kicked up if I did not.