Henry Moreland parked the car beneath Emma Cooper's apartment building, turned to call her to get out of the car, only to find her asleep against the seat back.
It was already past eight o'clock at night, and the autumn nights in the Capital City got dark early. Inside the car was pitch black, and it was only by the streetlights outside that he could barely make out Emma's face.
She was a very gentle girl, with a mild temperament. He had never seen her lose her temper, and she always spoke softly, never seeming to be in a hurry. At least, he had never seen her hurried over anything.
In work, however, she showed great decisiveness.
Henry Moreland had chosen her to act in this play because he understood her; independent and rational, she would avoid unnecessary entanglements in the future.
If he hadn't orchestrated this play, Oliver Moreland wouldn't be able to openly be together with Olivia Yorke. If Oliver Moreland didn't open his heart, how could his girl be happy?
