"Put on your spring suit and that jabot I made you to show at the throat of your jacket when you went up to Eadston," she directed, "and wear your best gloves and your good hat. No, the piqué won't do, Selina; a business office calls for wool street clothes."
"And let us hope he'll be there when you get there," said Auntie. "It's mighty little dependence I ever put on Marcus."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marcus was there when Selina arrived, actually and for once in the place at the time he said he would be. A bare floor, a shabby desk, three wooden-bottom chairs, and a framed cartoon of Marcus himself hanging on the wall, was the whole of it.
He arose as Selina came in and an elderly lady seated in the second of the three chairs looked at her with expectant interest.
"This is my Cousin Selina, Miss Diana Talbot."
Selina saw a plump, comely and cheerful person in comfortably sensible dress, mantle and bonnet. It may be interpolated that what Miss Diana Talbot saw was an ardent-faced, pretty girl in a plaid skirt and plain jacket, a hat with roses, and a manner bright with interest and interrogation.