"I didn't see you, Jim," said Laura, sinking wearily into a chair near him. "Well, what luck to-day?"
He shook his head.
"Bad—bad. Guess you don't want to hear."
"I'm sorry," she said. "Where have you been?"
She listened with sympathetic interest, as he told her of the day's useless trampings. When he had finished, he looked inquiringly at her. Abruptly he asked:
"And you—got anything yet?"
She shook her head despondently.
"No, Jim, not yet."
He made a gesture towards the private office, which she had just vacated.
"You were in there such a long time, I made sure there was something doing."