“Yes!” she laughed.
“But you aren’t; and no more are you a widow or a divorcée.”
“All of which is charming of you, Mr. Harleston but it’s not exactly the business I have in hand.”
“Business at two o’clock in the morning!” he exclaimed.
He had tried to place the voice, and had failed; he was becoming convinced that he had not heard it before.
“What else would justify me in disturbing you?” she asked.
“Yourself, mademoiselle. Let us continue the pleasant conversation and forget business until business hours.”
“When are your business hours, Mr. Harleston—and where’s your office?”
“I have no office—and my business hours depend on the business in hand.”
“And the business in hand depends primarily on whether you are interested in the subject matter of the business, n’est-ce pas?”