"You want to make it into one!" she stopped him.
"Good day to you," she said. "I must face those journalists again, I suppose. Well, even they—! I came alone in order to avoid them. But it was hopeless. Besides, is it my duty to avoid them—after all?"
It was while passing through the door that she uttered the last words.
"Where is she?" Seven Sachs inquired, entering.
"Fled!" said Edward Henry.
"Everything all right?"
"Quite!"
Mr. Rentoul Smiles came in.
"Mr. Smiles," said Edward Henry, "did you ever photograph Sir John Pilgrim?"
"I did, on his last visit to New York. Here you are!"