“Well,—you’ll have to excuse me. I’m really very busy.”
“Can I come again when you’ve a little more time to spare?”
“I am always busy.”
“Can I ’phone?”
“I can’t bother with ’phone messages.”
Mr. Devlin for a moment was routed.
“Oh, gosh!” he said in disgust.
Jeannette was not to be won. She nodded to him, and began to type briskly, the keys of her machine humming. The man stood uncertainly a moment more, shifting from one foot to the other; then he swung himself disconsolately toward the door, and closed it slowly after him. Almost immediately he opened it again and thrust in his head.
“I’m coming back again,—just the same!” he bawled. Jeannette did not look around, and the door clicked shut.