If
ever you do stand behind our counter it will have to be under her
auspices."
Sybil turned courteously but with some indifference towards the girl,
who was standing by Brooks' chair. In her plain black dress and white
linen collar Mary perhaps looked more than her years, especially by the
side of Sybil. As the eyes of the two met, Sybil saw that she was
regarded with more than ordinary attention. She saw, too, that Mary was
neither so plain nor so insignificant as she had at first imagined.
"I am sure you are very much to be congratulated, Miss Scott," she said.
"Mr. Brooks' scheme is a splendid success, isn't it? You must be proud
of your share in it."
"My share," Mary said, in quiet, even tones, "has been very small
indeed. Mr. Brooks is alone responsible for it. The idea was his, and
the organization was his. We others have been no more than machines."
"Very useful machines, Mary," Brooks said, with a kind glance towards
her. "Come, we mustn't any of us belittle our share in the work."
Mary took up some papers from the desk.
"I think," she said, "that if you have no more messages for Mr.
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