"Good! I warned you in time, then! If you will permit me, I must advise you not to part with that land—not even for a good offer. This week, immediately Mardi Gras is over, I am going to inspect that land for the company; it is Bob Maillard's company, you know.
"If there's any chance of finding oil there, I shall first see you, then advise the company. You can hold out for your fair share of the mineral rights, instead of selling the whole thing. You'll get it! Landowners around here are not yet wise to the oil game, but they'll soon learn."
"You would betray your business associates to help me?" she asked, curious to hear his reply. A slow flush crept into his cheeks.
"Certainly not! But I would not betray you to help my business friends. Is my unwarrantable intrusion forgiven?"
She nodded brightly. "You are put on probation, sir. You're in Bob's company?"
"Yes." Gramont frowned. "I invested perhaps too hastily—but no matter now. I have the car outside, Lucie; may I have the pleasure of taking you driving?"
"Did you bring that chauffeur?"
