“No coaxing required,” thought the sub-editor. “Once get in to see the old fellow and put the actual figures before him, he would clamour to come in.”
“Won’t he see Clodd?” asked the Babe.
“Won’t see anybody on behalf of anything new just at present, apparently,” answered Miss Ramsbotham. “It was my fault. I was foolish enough to repeat that I had heard he was susceptible to female charm. They say it was Mrs. Sarkitt that got the advertisement for The Lamp out of him. But, of course, it may not be true.”
“Wish I was a soap man and had got advertisements to give away,” sighed the Babe.
“Wish you were,” agreed the sub-editor.
“You should have them all, Tommy.”
“My name,” corrected him the sub-editor, “is Miss Hope.”
“I beg your pardon,” said the Babe. “I don’t know how it is, but one gets into the way of calling you Tommy.”
“I will thank you,” said the sub-editor, “to get out of it.”
“I am sorry,” said the Babe.