“Well, I don’t know that it is usual for visitors to call on lady clerks. If I might make a suggestion I’d say send in your card to Mr. Slotman, and ask his permission to see Miss Meredyth.”
“Thanks!” Hugh said. “If that’s the right thing to do, I’ll do it.”
Half an hour later Mr. Slotman was examining Hugh’s card.
“Who is he?”
“A tall, well-dressed gentleman, sir; young. Looks as if he’s up from the country, but he’s a gentleman all right,” the clerk said.
“Very good, I’ll see him.”
Slotman rose as Hugh came in. He recognised the man of position and possessions, a man of the class that Slotman always cultivated.
“I wish to ask your permission to interview Miss Meredyth. I understand that, in business hours, the permission of the employer should be asked first.”
“Delighted!” Slotman said. “You are a friend of Miss Meredyth’s?” He looked keenly at Hugh, and the first spark of jealousy was ignited in his system.
“Hardly that, an acquaintance only,” said Hugh.