you sign. Mr. Caliph ought to be—what shall I call it?—crystalline."
She looked at me with the smile that had come into her face when she saw him give me the flowers. "Oh, yes, I think so. If I didn't, it's my own fault. He explains everything so beautifully that it's a pleasure to listen. I always read what I sign."
"Je l'espere bien!" I said, laughing.
She looked a little grave. "The closing up a trust is very complicated."
"Yours is not closed yet? It strikes me as very slow."
"Everything can't be done at once. Besides, he has asked for a little delay. Part of my affairs, indeed, are now in my own hands; otherwise I should n't have to sign."
"Is that a usual request—for delay?"
"Oh, yes, perfectly. Besides, I don't want everything in my own control. That is, I want it some day, because I think I ought to accept the responsibilities, as I accept all the pleasures; but I am not in a hurry. This way is so comfortable, and Mr. Caliph takes so much trouble for me."
"I suppose he has a handsome commission," I said, rather crudely.
"He has no commission at all; he would never take one."
"In your place, I would much rather he should take one."
