"If everybody was as useful and docile, you mean; as good a tool for you——"
At last it was too plain to be missed.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed. "What are you pitching into me for, Mrs. Dennison?"
His words were ordinary enough, but at last he was looking at her, and the mails of Omofaga were for a moment forgotten.
"I wish I'd never made them send the wretched telegram," she flashed out passionately. "Much thanks I get!"
"You shall have a statue in the chief street of the chief town of——"
"How dare you! I'm not a girl to be chaffed."
The tears were standing in her eyes, as she threw herself back in a chair. Willie Ruston got up and stood by her.
"You'll be proud of that telegram some day," he said, rather as though he felt bound to pay her a compliment.
"Oh, you think that now?" she said, unconvinced of his sincerity.