"How do you do, young lady. Well, Carola, send her into my office, and we'll see what we can do."
"You know, dear, I've already had a long talk with her, and I think she'll do very well."
"Well, we'll soon see if that is so."
They moved into a very comfortable office where Mrs. Jennings ushered Penny into a deep armchair. Mr. Jennings, standing close to his wife, began to question Penny. After a few minutes, he smiled at the child.
"Well, I think we'll get along very well together, but I have one last question to ask. Have you any family in Paris?"
"No sir. My aunt died a month ago and all I have left is a godmother living in the country."
"No fiance? No boyfriend?"
"No sir," whispered Penny, blushing like a rose.
"Victor asked you that because if you're going to work for him, you can come and live here," said Carola, smiling at the young girl's embarrassment.
"Well, Miss Penny, this is the way it would work," the lawyer went on. "You would help Carola with her secretarial duties; my wife will teach you how to type. You will have your own room here, take your meals with us and receive
thirty thousand francs a month. Are you interested?"
"But... but... but..." Penny was overwhelmed. "This is marvelous. You're too kind. I don't know how to thank you..."
"Don't try, my dear little Penny. You'll allow me to use your Christian name, won't you? Besides, I count on your being friends with...