“Won’t you come in?” she said to Dr. O’Grady.
“Certainly,” he replied. “Mary Ellen, you sit down on that chair in the hall and wait till we call you.”
“I don’t know can I wait,” said Mary Ellen.
“If Moriarty’s lurking about for you,” said Dr. O’Grady, “let him wait. It’ll do him good. It’s a great mistake for you to make yourself too cheap. No girl ought to. Moriarty will think a great deal more of you in the end if you keep him waiting every day for half an hour or so.”
“It’s not him I’m thinking of,” said Mary Ellen, “but it’s Mr. Doyle.”
Dr. O’Grady took no notice of this remark. He did not believe that Mary Ellen was very much afraid of Mr. Doyle. He followed Mrs. Gregg into the dining-room. Mary Ellen sat down.
“She really is rather a pretty girl,” said Mrs. Gregg.
“Then you’ll undertake the job,” said Dr. O’Grady. “You won’t have to pay for anything, you know. We’ll charge whatever you like to buy against the statue fund.”
Mrs. Gregg did not appear to be listening. She was thinking deeply.
“I have an old silk slip,” she said, “which might be made down.”