“What was the matter?”
Farley flushed again, and smiled faintly. “I couldn’t get her!”
“Someone else?”
“H’m, m’m.”
Briggs looked at Farley for a long time. “And she knows about it?” he asked, gently.
“I think so. I don’t know,” said Farley, turning away and leaning against the desk with his back toward Briggs.
For several moments neither spoke. They heard the clock tick.
“I suppose there is some sort of justice in this world,” Briggs remarked, with a sigh, “but it’s pretty hard to see it sometimes.”
“I’ve thought of that myself,” Farley replied, dryly.
“But I’m beginning to find out one thing, Farley. The Almighty often likes to give us what we deserve by letting us have the things we want.”