"It's very kind of you," she said, "but there wasn't a pound of tea in the teapot you broke yesterday, and—and——"
"Never mind," said John Dene, "you can keep the rest. Now see here, I want someone to take down my letters. You're a stenographer?" he asked.
The girl nodded her head.
"Speeds?" enquired John Dene.
"A hundred and twenty——" was the response.
"Typing?"
"Sixty-five words——"
"You'll do," said John Dene with decision. "In future you'll do my work only. Nine o'clock, every morning."
The girl looked enquiringly at Sir Lyster, who coughed slightly.
"We will take up your references, Miss—er——"