“Good gracious, Bobby!” she exclaimed. “This hansom is all glass!”
He looked out upon the brilliantly lighted street with a reflex of her own consternation, but quickly found consolation.
“Well, after all,” he reflected philosophically, “I don’t believe anybody who saw me would blame me.”
“You’re a perfectly incorrigible Bobby,” she laughed. “The only check possible to put upon you is to hold you rigidly to business. How are you coming out with the Brightlight Electric Company? I have been dying to ask you about it.”
“I have a telephone in my office,” he reminded her.
“I am completely ignoring that ungenerous suggestion,” she replied.
“It wasn’t sportsmanlike,” he penitently admitted. “Well, the Brightlight Electric is still making money, and Johnson has stopped leaks to the amount of at least twenty thousand dollars a year, which will permit us to keep up the ten per cent. dividends, even with our increased capitalization, and even without an increase of business.”
“Glorious!” she said with sparkling eyes.
“Too good to be true,” he assured her. “They’ll take it away from me.”
“How is it possible?” she asked.