“Then the compiler will add a bit on about the weather, or throw in another dress description, or something. I’m putting you in now,” scribbling on; “but I don’t know your name?”
“And I’m not going to tell it to you for your precious paragraph, so you’ll have to cross that bit out again.”
“Not at all,” airily: “a well-known aeronaut, who has recently beaten the distance-record, and is looking remarkably well in spite of his advanced years, was among the distinguished guests!”
He had to cry “pax” then.
“I give you up,” he said; “you’re too much for me! But I’ll take you for a fly the first opportunity I get. Will you come?”
“Will I come!...” in eager tones. “Oh, won’t I?”
And he promised to arrange it.
When they reached Euston, Hal had to dash for the first taxi, and tear to the office with her report, and it was not until she was leaving that the call boy told her a gentleman had asked for her on the telephone in the afternoon.
“Did he give any name?” she asked.
“Yes, Mr. Crathie.”