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"
Tomorrow
?
That
’
s
wonderful
.
Miss
Ives
,
would
you
do
me
a
favor
?
Would
you
call
Gertrude
at
the
house
and
tell
her
not
to
expect
me
for
dinner
?
I
’
m
staying
in
New
York
overnight
.
"
She
hung
up
,
glanced
at
her
watch
and
called
the
florist
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
.
"
This
is
Mrs
.
Henry
Rearden
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
should
like
to
have
two
dozen
roses
delivered
to
Mr
.
Rearden
’
s
drawing
room
aboard
the
Comet
.
.
.
Yes
,
today
,
this
afternoon
,
when
the
Comet
reaches
Chicago
.
.
.
No
,
without
any
card
—
just
the
flowers
.
.
.
Thank
you
ever
so
much
.
"
She
telephoned
James
Taggart
.
"
Jim
,
will
you
send
me
a
pass
to
your
passenger
platforms
?
I
want
to
meet
my
husband
at
the
station
tomorrow
.
"
She
hesitated
between
Balph
Eubank
and
Bertram
Scudder
,
chose
Balph
Eubank
,
telephoned
him
and
made
a
date
for
this
evening
’
s
dinner
and
a
musical
show
.
Then
she
went
to
take
a
bath
,
and
lay
relaxing
in
a
tub
of
warm
water
,
reading
a
magazine
devoted
to
problems
of
political
economy
.
It
was
late
afternoon
when
the
florist
telephoned
her
.
"
Our
Chicago
office
sent
word
that
they
were
unable
to
deliver
the
flowers
,
Mrs
.
Rearden
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
Mr
.
Rearden
is
not
aboard
the
Comet
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
she
asked
.
