"To-morrow?" she said.
"To-morrow."
"At the same time, please. Good-by, and good luck to you."
"Good luck to you, Miss Ferris." And he was gone.
Barbara, opening the door into the next room, surprised a sound of voices. They ceased instantly.
"Bubbles," she called.
He came, looking a trifle guilty.
"Who's that with you?"
"Harry," he said simply.
"The man who was here before?"