“Where you from?” he said, abruptly. “Where you staying?”
“At Mrs. Adams,” she returned, “is it a good house?”
“Best in town. Awful hard to get into. Always full up. Relative of hers?”
“No, just a boarder. I chanced to get a room some one else engaged and couldn’t use.”
“You’re lucky. Met Bob Tyler?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like him! I see that. Met Gordon Lockwood?”
“No; who’s he?”
“He’s Doctor Waring’s secretary, but he’s mighty worthwhile on his own account. I say, may I come to see you?”
“Thank you, no. I’m not receiving callers—yet.”