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You’lljusthavetoremainatmymercy."
"Butthenwhyshouldyouwanttodoitatall?Whatareyougettingoutofit?"
Sheleanedback,smiling."Thislunch.Justseeingyouhere.Justknowingthatyouhadtocometome."
AnangrysparkflashedinTaggart’sveiledeyes,thenhiseyelidsnarrowedslowlyandhe,too,leanedbackinhischair,hisfacerelaxingtoafaintlookofmockeryandsatisfaction.Evenfromwithinthatunstated,unnamed,undefinedmuckwhichrepresentedhiscodeofvalues,hewasabletorealizewhichoneofthemwasthemoredependentontheotherandthemorecontemptible.
Whentheypartedatthedooroftherestaurant,shewenttoRearden’ssuiteattheWayne-FalklandHotel,whereshestayedoccasionallyinhisabsence.Shepacedtheroomforabouthalfanhour,inaleisurelymannerofreflection.Thenshepickedupthetelephone,withasmoothlycasualgesture,butwiththepurposefulairofadecisionreached.ShecalledRearden’sofficeatthemillsandaskedMissIveswhensheexpectedhimtoreturn.
"Mr.ReardenwillbeinNewYorktomorrow,arrivingontheComet,Mrs.Rearden,"saidMissIves’clear,courteousvoice.
"Tomorrow?That’swonderful.MissIves,wouldyoudomeafavor?
WouldyoucallGertrudeatthehouseandtellhernottoexpectmefordinner?I’mstayinginNewYorkovernight.
