"Are you going to pass me by?" she cried with charming reproachfulness.
I became as proud and conceited as Mount, thus to be singled out by her. Everybody stared at me. Mount's greeting was affable and chilly—like winter sunshine. I fell into step beside them.
"Why haven't you been to see me?" she demanded.
"Why didn't you let me know you were in town?" I countered.
"I didn't like to bother one so busy," she said.
This to me from her! I walked on air.
"How is business, Enderby?" Mount asked in a faintly sneering tone.
"Poor," I said calmly. "Everybody appears to be behaving themselves."
"Ah!" said he.
"What stories he could tell us if he would!" my dear lady said admiringly.