"No," said Virginia, shaking her head. "I did, just the same," he went on exultantly, "and if he followed my advice and played it strong he must have made half a million or so just out of my tips! I'm not conceited—not a bit—but I know what I can do! I know—"
Before he had completed the sentence the telephone rang. Virginia quickly took the receiver. After listening a moment, she said:
"Thank you!" Replacing the instrument, she turned to the others and said quietly:
"Robert has just come in."
Jimmie had still grievances to ventilate. Peevishly he exclaimed:
"There's another thing. Why shouldn't I call him Robert the same as you and Fanny do?"
"Has he objected?" asked Virginia, a slight smile hovering around her mouth.
"No," he answered; "I never tried it! I feel like a fool, though, at the office. Everybody knows he's my brother-in-law, and yet I have to call him 'Mr. Stafford,' just as though he was no relation at all. Do you think he'd mind if I called him Robert?"
"You must be the judge of that," she replied evasively.
Just then there was a rap on the door.