“Well, anyhow—” began Oliver lamely—“anyhow, I’ve explained and it doesn’t seem to have done a particle of good.”
“Are you coming to see me?”
“Certainly. If you want me to.”
“Just as if there were no such person as Dr. Lansing?”
“He isn’t easy to overlook, you know.”
“I dare say if I were to ask him to overlook you, Oliver, he would do it for my sake—with pleasure.”
“Ouch!”
“When are you coming to see me?”
“This evening,” said he promptly. “Unless you have a previous engagement,” he hurriedly qualified in justice to his good intentions.
Jane smiled. “Doctor Lansing has quite an extensive practice,” she remarked dryly. “He can’t devote every evening to me, you know.”