"I--oh, my dear, I don't know that it's--best." Fretfully he added:
"Shouldn't need a leader. Only six of us--agreement----"
Dorothy held her voice to lightness: "I can even disagree with myself.
Sears will want you to take over. Ann too, probably."
His gray head sank in his hands. "As for that," he said, "inside of me
I'm apt to be a committee of fifteen." Paul thought: _But he's not
old! Fifty-two. When did he turn gray, and we never noticing it...?_
"For now," Wright said, "let's not be official about it, huh? What if
my dreams for Lucifer are--not shared?"
"Dreams are never quite shared," Dorothy said. "I want you to lead
us."