He smiled.
"Say it!"
"Isn't there some way I can help?"
A strange expression came to his face, of surprise, of wonder.
"You help?"
"Yes—I—"
"Mr. Blaine! Mr. Blaine!" Some one across the room was calling. "There's an employer here to see you!"
Joe leaped up, took Myra's hand, and spoke hastily.
"Wait and meet my mother. And come again—sometime. Sometime when I'm not so rushed!"
And he was gone—gone out of the room.