Martin felt his shirt press and cling to his shoulders, what of the sweat of the effort.
“Why I’d say any time,” the man answered.
“Yes, but this is different,” Martin objected. “She—I—well, you see, it’s this way: maybe she won’t be there. She goes to the university.”
“Then call again.”
“What I said ain’t what I meant,” Martin confessed falteringly, while he made up his mind to throw himself wholly upon the other’s mercy. “I’m just a rough sort of a fellow, an’ I ain’t never seen anything of society. This girl is all that I ain’t, an’ I ain’t anything that she is. You don’t think I’m playin’ the fool, do you?” he demanded abruptly.
“No, no; not at all, I assure you,” the other protested. “Your request is not exactly in the scope of the reference department, but I shall be only too pleased to assist you.”
Martin looked at him admiringly.
“If I could tear it off that way, I’d be all right,” he said.
“I beg pardon?”
“I mean if I could talk easy that way, an’ polite, an’ all the rest.”