But it all works, it all works to the one great
end. I'm sorry I wasn't present for the end of the meeting to hear what
success there was this month, but that's a detail. The dream has come
true. It's here, and we're living it! [_At the door._] I'll send you a
copy of my next article, Mr. Gibson. [_Modestly laughs._] They tell me
the series is making a little sensation in its way. Good morning!
[_He goes out jauntily._ GIBSON _has never moved from his
chair; he turns his head, still not rising, and looks fixedly
at_ NORA. _She slowly lifts her head, meets his eye; her head
sinks again. He rises and slowly walks over to her, looking
down at her. Then, bending still lower, she begins to cry._]
GIBSON: Well, Nora, what was the matter with it?
NORA [_not looking up_]: I don't know. What was?
GIBSON: You needed a manager to do what I had been doing.
NORA: Couldn't we have learned? Couldn't one of us?
GIBSON: One of you did--Hill.
NORA: But he left!
GIBSON: Why did Hill leave?
NORA: Other people offered him more money.
GIBSON: Yes; he was the one man that all the rest of you depended on. He
was worth more.
NORA: But were you worth all that you took? You took all that the
business made.
GIBSON: Yes; and last year it was fifty thousand.
NORA: Were you actually worth that much to it?
GIBSON: Other men in the business think so. [_Shows her a letter._]
Here's an offer from the Coles-Hibbard people, out in Cleveland, of that
much salary to do for them what I did here.
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