Halfway down the street was a drug-store. She went in, and obtained appreciative permission to use the telephone. She came out well satisfied, and went swiftly on her way. Ten minutes later, she opened the door of Wade Trumble's office.
He was alone; her telephone had caught him in the act of departing for lunch. But he had been glad to wait--glad to the verge of agitation.
"By George, Cora!" he exclaimed, as she came quickly in and closed the door, "but you CAN look stunning! Believe me, that's some get-up. But let me tell you right here and now, before you begin, it's no use your tackling me again on the oil proposition. If there was any chance of my going into it which there wasn't, not one on earth--why, the very fact of your asking me would have stopped me. I'm no Dick Lindley, I beg to inform you: I don't spend my money helping a girl that I want, myself, to make a hit with another man. You treated me like a dog about that, right in the street, and you needn't try it again, because I won't stand for it. You can't play ME, Cora!"
"Wade," she said, coming closer, and looking at him mysteriously, "didn't you tell me to come to you when I got through playing?"
"What?" He grew very red, took a step back from her, staring at her distrustfully, incredulously.
"I've got through playing", she said in a low voice. "And I've come to you."
He was staggered. "You've come----" he said, huskily.
"Here I am, Wade."
He had flushed, but now the colour left his small face, and he grew very white. "I don't believe you mean it."
"Listen," she said. "I was rotten to you about that oil nonsense. It WAS nonsense, nothing on earth but nonsense. I tell you frankly I was a fool. I didn't care the snap of my finger for Corliss, but--oh, what's the use of pretending? You were always such a great `business man,' always so absorbed in business, and put it before everything else in the world. You cared for me, but you cared for business more than for me. Well, no woman likes THAT, Wade. I've come to tell you the whole thing: I can't stand it any longer. I suffered horribly be-cause--because----" She faltered. "Wade, that was no way to WIN a girl."
"Cora!" His incredulity was strong.
"I thought I hated you for it, Wade. Yes, I did think that;
I'm telling you everything, you see just blurting it out as it comes, Wade. Well, Corliss asked me to help him, and it struck me I'd show that I could understand a business deal, myself.
Wade, this is pretty hard to say, I was such a little fool, but you ought to know it. You've got a right to know it, Wade: I thought if I put through a thing like that, it would make a tremendous hit with you, and that then I could say: `So this is the kind of thing you put ahead of ME, is it? Simple little things like this, that _I_ can do, myself, by turning over my little finger!' So I got Richard to go in--that was easy; and then it struck me that the crowning triumph of the whole thing would be to get you to come in yourself. That WOULD be showing you, I thought! But you wouldn't: you put me in my place--and I was angry--I never was so angry in my life, and I showed it." Tears came into her voice. "Oh, Wade," she said, softly, "it was the very wildness of my anger that showed what I really felt."
"About--about ME?" His incredulity struggled with his hope. He stepped close to her.
"What an awful fool I've been, she sighed.
"Why, I thought I could show you I was your EQUAL! And look what it's got me into, Wade!"
"What has it got you into, Cora?"
"One thing worth while: I can see what I really am when I try to meet you on your own ground." She bent her head, humbly, then lifted it, and spoke rapidly. "All the rest is dreadful, Wade. I had a distrust of Corliss from the first; I didn't like him, but I took him up because I thought he offered the chance to show YOU what I could do. Well, it's got me into a most horrible mess. He's a swindler, a rank----"
"By George!" Wade shouted. "Cora, you're talking out now like a real woman."
"Listen. I got horribly tired of him after a week or so, but I'd promised to help him and I didn't break with him; but yesterday I just couldn't stand him any longer and I told him so, and sent him away. Then, this morning, an old man came to the house, a man named Pryor, who knew him and knew his record, and he told me all about him." She narrated the interview.
"But you had sent Corliss away first?" Wade asked, sharply.
