"Then you haven't got anything against me?"
Jack's eyes were as limpid as a mountain stream. If one is going to lie, one may as well do it artistically. "Nothing in the world, Miriam!"
She leaned across the table and gave his hand a little squeeze. "I'm so glad we've had this talk," she murmured.
They beamed on each other in seeming friendly fashion—but there were hard points of light in each pair of eyes.
"Pleasant little comedy," thought Jack. "I'm willing to keep it up as long as she is."
"We must often consult together, and decide what is best for Bobo," she went on sweetly. "And if he won't do things that you think he ought, I'll add my influence. And then I'll get you to help me with him when I need you."
"Fine!" said Jack. "Poor Bobo!" he silently added.
As was usual with this young lady, her romantic and sentimental scenes generally led up to a very practical climax.
"Has Bobo given you power of attorney?" she asked.
"No."