"Thee knows I'm very much pleased to-night," she said. "Does thee remember, Richard, when thee first sat down to supper with us?"
"Indeed I do. Never shall I forget my trepidation lest Mr. Yocomb should discover whom, in his unsuspecting hospitality, he was harboring."
"Well, I've discovered," laughed the old gentleman. "Good is always coming out of Nazareth."
"It seems to me that we've met before," remarked Mr. Hearn, graciously and reflectively.
"Yes, sir," I explained. "As a reporter I called on you once or twice for information."
"Ah, now it comes back to me. Yes, yes, I remember; and I also remember that you did not extract the information as if it had been a tooth. Your manner was not that of a professional interviewer. You must meet with disagreeable experiences in your calling."
"Yes, sir; but perhaps that is true of all callings."
"Yes, no doubt, no doubt; but it has seemed to me that a reporter's lot must frequently bring him in contact with much that is disagreeable."
"Mr. Morton is not a reporter," said Adah, a trifle indignantly; "he's the editor of a first-class paper."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Mr. Hearn, growing much more benign; "why, Emily, you did not tell me that."