'Well, good-bye,' he said, holding out his hand. 'Thank you for your promise.'
'Oh, that's not worth thanking me for,' she said, touching his long white fingers for an instant. 'Look at the glory of seeing myself in print. I hope you're not annoyed with me for refusing to contribute fiction?' she ended, growing suddenly remorseful at the moment of parting.
'Of course not. How could I be?'
'Couldn't your sister Adelaide do you a story?'
'Addie?' he repeated, laughing. 'Fancy Addie writing stories! Addie has no literary ability.'
'That's always the way with brothers. Solomon says——'
She paused suddenly.
'I don't remember for the moment that Solomon has any proverb on the subject,' he said, still amused at the idea of Addie as an authoress.
'I was thinking of something else. Good-bye. Remember me to your sister, please.'
'Certainly,' he said; then he exclaimed: 'Oh, what a blockhead I am! I forgot to remember her to you. She says she would be so pleased if you would come and have tea and a chat with her some day. I should like you and Addie to know each other.'