When she
awoke Fenger was seated opposite her. He was not reading.
He was not smoking. He evidently had been sitting there,
looking at her.
"Oh, gracious! Mouth open?"
"No."
Fanny fought down an impulse to look as cross as she felt.
"What time? Why didn't you wake me?" The house was very
quiet. She patted her hair deftly, straightened her collar.
"Where's everybody? Isn't Mrs. Fenger down yet?"
"No. Don't you want to hear about my plans now?"
"Of course I do. That's what I came for. I don't see
why you didn't tell me hours ago. You're as slow in action
as a Chinese play. Out with it."
Fenger got up and began to pace the floor, not excitedly,
but with an air of repression. He looked very powerful and
compelling, there in the low-ceilinged, luxurious room.
"I'll make it brief. We met yesterday in Haynes's office.
Of course we had discussed the thing before. You know that.
Haynes knew that I'd never run the plant under the new
conditions. Why, it would kill every efficiency rule I've
ever made.
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