"I'm doing my best for you, Margaret."
"Thank you. Any chance of success?"
"I think so." He looked at her with a smile that was rather enigmatic, and she saw that he was really evading her.
"You know, Margaret," spoke in Harriet, "I shouldn't consent for a moment to have a mortgage put on my property."
"Tut, tut, Harriet," Walter checked his wife. "Leave it to me. Perhaps a mortgage won't be necessary."
He rose hastily, made his adieus, and departed for his office.
"Margaret, dear," Harriet began as soon as they were alone, "I assure you that to an unprejudiced observer, last night, the state of Mr. Leitzel's mind was only too manifest! You'd have seen it yourself if you weren't so inexperienced."
"What are the signs, Harriet? I confess I'd like to be able to recognize them myself."
"You sat almost behind him and he nearly cracked his neck trying to keep you in view. And when Walter drove him to the trolley line he talked of you all the way: said he liked your 'colouring' and your 'motherly manner,' and your hair and your voice and your smile and your walk! I'm not making it up—he's simply hard hit, Margaret."
"You'd like Mr. Leitzel for a brother-in-law, would you, Harriet?"