“Oh, hello, Fanny!” he said, without looking up.
“How did you know it was me?” cried Fanny, in a tone of disappointment.
Briggs leaned back in his chair and received an impulsive kiss on the cheek. “Well, I don’t know anyone else who’d steal in just like that.”
“Michael told you, didn’t he?”
“Perhaps.”
“He didn’t want to let me come in.” Fanny sat on the edge of the desk. “He said you were busy. You—busy!”
Douglas Briggs smiled. “Well, I don’t seem to be busy whenever you’re around, do I? Still, I have to do a little work now and then.”
“I think there’s too much work in the world,” Fanny pouted. “Now there’s poor Guy. Think how he works!”
“Guy! Why, at this minute he’s sound asleep, and it’s nearly ten o’clock.”
“But think how he worked at that old nomination meeting of yours! He didn’t get home till nearly morning.”