"The question is, whether she'll be offended."
"I'm glad it isn't more important, because I'm busy."
"Look here! Stop that anonymous stabber of yours and listen. It's to Miss Delane."
Philip stopped in the middle of a particularly vicious paragraph of the "stabber," and looked up with amusement on his face.
"It's a perfectly—you know—suitable poem," pursued Dale. "The only question is, will she think it a liberty?"
"Oh, send it. They like getting 'em;" and Philip took up his pen again.
"You don't know the sort of girl she is."
"Then what the deuce is the good of asking me? Ask Nellie."
"No, I shan't," said Dale shortly.