“Parkhurst!”
“Any relation to—”
“Haven't a relation in the world.”
“Shake again, friend,” said Jerningham, warmly. “I am in the same boat myself!”
They shook hands again.
“Do you want to be very nice?” asked Jerningham, almost eagerly, of the reporter.
“It is my invariable custom to be that,” Parkhurst assured him, gravely.
“Dine with me to-night.” Jerningham looked expectant.
“I have an engagement with my friend the bishop,” said the reporter, who hated clergymen for obvious reasons. “But—let me see!” Parkhurst closed his eyes the better to see how he could break his engagement. “I'll send regrets to the bishop and dine with you with pleasure.”
“Mr. Parkhurst is on the Planet” put in Stewart. It was the way he said it!