“Oh, I—I——”
“He brought my picture. He didn’t say anything about knowing you,” went on Ralph.
“Then you didn’t come to see me?” asked Grace, pouting slightly.
“Well, I’m glad I did see you,” stammered Bob. “But I have to attend to business, you see,” he went on, lamely. “I work for a photographer, and we are fearfully busy.”
“I’ve been looking for you ever since I got back from the seashore.”
“Yes, I heard you had gone,” said Bob.
“Come into the parlor, I want to talk to you. I thought sure you and Mr. Landes would call together.”
“He had to go on a trip for the house he represents. Otherwise, I imagine he would have been glad to come,” explained Bob.
He was taken into an elegant parlor, where he felt a good deal like a fish out of water. But Grace and her brother did all they could to make him feel at ease, and, before he left, he was quite at home.
“Papa wants to see you very much,” said Grace, during the course of conversation. “He is not at home to-night, but he will be to-morrow evening. Will you call, then?”