"I need help George cannot give, and know nobody but you." She stopped, for she could go no farther.

It was for him to meet her now, if he wanted, but for a moment or two he was silent and knitted his brows.

His brown face was resolute, but something in his eyes indicated that resolution cost him much.

Then he said, "You offer me the post of manager ?" She turned her head, for it was difficult to preserve her calm.

He was dull in some respects, but it was scarcely possible that he was as dull as he now pretended.