“Yes, I do.”
“Say, doesn't he want another secretary?” asked Mr. Wilbur.
“No, I think not.”
“I'd like a place of that sort. You're a lucky fellow, Phil.”
“I begin to think I am.”
“Of course you don't live at the old place.”
“No; I live on Madison Avenue. By the way, Wilbur, how is your lady-love?”
Mr. Wilbur looked radiant.
“I think I'm getting on,” he said. “I met her the other evening, and she smiled.”
“That is encouraging,” said Phil, as soberly as possible. “All things come to him who waits! That's what I had to write in my copy-book once.”