“Seagraves doesn’t seem to feel that way. He keeps you in there all the time now.”
“The way he does his office desk,” she nodded. “You’d better get your lunch.”
“I’ll lose my chair.”
“Oh, get your sandwich; I’ll hold the chair for you,” she answered impatiently.
He rose immediately, and soon came back with his plate and coffee-cup.
“Do you know I haven’t had one of these things or a chocolate éclair since the last time I was in one of these places with you?”
“What have you been eating?”
“Doughnuts and coffee, mostly.”
“That isn’t nearly so good for you,” she declared.