“Mr. Merriwell!” she exclaimed.
“You wish to see me, madam?” said Merry, rather frigidly.
“Yes, yes!” she exclaimed.
“I am here.”
There was nothing in Frank’s manner to encourage familiarity.
“You—you—don’t you recognize me?”
The situation was far from agreeable to him, and he resolved to discourage her at the very start.
“I have not had the honor of being presented to you,” he said, with a faint bow.
She made an impatient gesture.
“But you recognize me? I threw you flowers—from the box. There—there—was a—a note attached.”