“Marry her.”
“I’ll think about it,” answered Allan, chuckling again.
“Keep me posted about Bassett.”
“I will.”
“Good-bye.”
“Good-bye,” clicked Allan, and pushed the instrument away.
“I see I’ll have to learn telegraphy,” said Mamie. “I can’t have you talking about me to people right before me and me not understanding a word of it! What was he saying?”
“He said he wanted to meet the heroine.”
“Yes; and what else?”
“He said it was up to me to marry her.”