"I don't know anything at all about you," was the not encouraging response.
"Of course there's no reason why you should—" Diane hastened to say, apologetically.
"None whatever," he assured her.
"Only that a good many people do know us—"
"I dare say. I haven't the honor to be among the number."
"And I thought that possibly—just possibly—you might be predisposed in my favor."
"A banker is never predisposed in favor of any one—not even his own flesh and blood."
"I didn't know that," Diane persisted, bravely, "otherwise I might just as well have gone to anybody else."
"Just as well."
"Would you like me to go now?"