By what means the president was persuaded or coerced into doing the thing he had not planned to do, Ford was not to know.  But for that matter, after carrying out Adair’s instructions the engineer plunged at once into his own Herculean task of reorganization, emerging only when he made a tardy sixth at the president’s dinner table in the hotel cafe in the evening.

The dinner, which the young engineer had been fondly counting upon as a momentary relaxation from the heart-breaking business strain, was a dismal failure on its social side.  President Colbrith, as yet, it appeared, in blissful ignorance of the latest news from New York, had reserved the seat of honor for his new assistant, and the half-hour was filled to overflowing with minute and cautionary definitions of the assistant’s powers and duties.

Ford listened with a blank ear on that side.  There was work to do, and one man to do it.  He did not care particularly to hear instructions which he would probably have to disregard at the first experimental dash into the new field.  He meant to hold himself rigidly to account for results; more than this he thought not even Mr. Colbrith had a right to require.

After dinner he indemnified himself for the kindergarten lecture by boldly taking possession of Miss Adair for the short walk over to the private car.  The entire world of work was still ahead, and a corps of expert stenographers was at the moment awaiting his return to the C. P. & D. offices, where he had established temporary headquarters; but he shut the door upon the exigencies and listened to Miss Alicia.

“I am so sorry we are not going to be here to see your triumph,” she was saying; adding:  “It is a triumph, isn’t it?"’

“Only a beginning,” he amended.  “And it won’t be spectacular, if we can help it.  Besides, this east-end affair is only a preliminary.  A little later on, if our tackle doesn’t break, we shall land the really big fish for which this is only the bait.”

“Shall you never be satisfied?” she asked jestingly.  And then, more seriously:  “What is your ambition?  To be able to buy what your neighbor can not afford?”

“Big money, you mean?  No, I think not.  But I like to win, as well as other men.”

“To win what?”

“Whatever seems worth winning—­this fight, in the present instance, and the consequent larger field.  Later, enough money to enable me to think of money only as a stepping-stone to better things.  Later still, perhaps—­”

He stopped abruptly, as though willing to leave the third desideratum in the air, but she would not let him.

“Go on,” she said.  “Last of all?”

“Last of all, the love of a true woman.”

“Oh!” she scoffed, with a little uptilt of the admirable chin.  “Then love must come trailing along at the very end, after we have skimmed the cream from all the other milk pans in orderly succession.”

“No,” he rejoined gravely.  “I put it clumsily—­as I snatch purses.  As a matter of sober fact, love sets the mile-stones along any human road that is worth traversing.”