"I haven't had a chance to congratulate you personally yes," she said,
after they had drifted to chairs. "I've been immensely proud of you."
"I got your note. It was good of you to write as soon as you heard."
She swept him with one of her smile-lit side glances. "Though, of course,
in a way, I was felicitating myself when I congratulated you."
"You mean?"
She laughed with velvet maliciousness. "Oh, well, I'm dragged into the
orbit of your greatness, am I not? As the wife of the president of the
Greater Consolidated Copper Company--the immense combine that takes in
practically all the larger copper properties in the country--I should come
in for a share of reflected glory, you know."
Ridgway bit his lip and took a deep breath, but before he had found words
she was off again. She had no intention of letting him descent from the
rack yet.
"How did you do it? By what magic did you bring it about? Of course, I've
read the newspapers' accounts, seen your features and your history
butchered in a dozen Sunday horrors, and thanked Heaven no enterprising
reporter guessed enough to use me as copy.
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