"He doesn't seem much inclined that way," said Miss Manning.
At this moment Mrs. Clifton herself entered.
"Good-evening, Mr. Rushton," she said. "Where do you think I called this afternoon?"
"I couldn't guess."
"At your store in Sixth Avenue."
"I hope you bought something. I expect my friends to patronize me."
"Yes. I bought a package of envelopes. I told Mr. Black I was a friend of yours, so he let me have it at the wholesale price."
"Then I'm afraid I didn't make anything on that sale. When I want some dry goods may I tell your husband that I am a friend of yours, and ask him to let me have it at the wholesale price?"
"Certainly."
"Then I shall take an early opportunity to buy a spool of cotton."