Then he nodded, hastily scrawled some dimensions on the margin of the little drawing and settled down again to work.
"It'll do," he said.

"Give it to Smith.

Come back at eight to look at your proofs after I've done with them.

Good interview! Good sketch! You'll do, Miss Wendermott." She went out laughing softly.

This was quite the longest conversation she had ever had with the chief.