"Hush! You're not to talk. Where did Browning get the story of Hervé Riel? Is it historical?"
"I can't tell you without talking."
"Oh, you can talk just a little, you know—enough to answer my questions. But I don't care anything about Hervé Riel. I asked because I could not think of anything else at the moment. Tell me instead, where our wedding cards should be made—Chicago or St. Louis?"
Taking that evening's Enterprise from the table Edgar read aloud:
"There is no longer any occasion for citizens of Thebes to incur the delays and uncertainties incident to having printing of any kind done in Chicago or St. Louis. The job office of the Daily Enterprise is now perfectly equipped for all work of the kind, from the plainest of posters to the daintiest of wedding invitations."
"But I won't have printing done at that establishment, Mr. Braine."
"Why not, Miss Thayer?"
"I don't approve of its editor."
"What has the poor fellow done to incur your displeasure?"
"Many things. He persists in asking me about the clothes I am making; he insists upon changing my pretty name, and he is too stingy of his time to take me further than Chicago for a wedding trip when I am crazy to be stunned and bewildered by the glories of New York."