The invitation wasn't exactly pressing in its tone, but I managed to nerve myself up to accepting it.
"But I have got some—business with you!" I gasped, as I opened the door.
Mr. Tait turned around from his desk—a worse-looking desk by far than the one I had left at the Herald office.
"Good lord—that is, I mean to say, dear me!" he muttered, as he wheeled and saw me. "Miss Christie!"
"This must be the office"
"Are you so surprised—then?"
"Surprised? Of course, a little, but—no-o, not so much either, when you come to think of it!"
The room was bare and barn-like, with a couple of shining desks, and half a dozen chairs. A calendar, showing a red-gowned lady, who in turn was showing her knees, hung against the opposite wall. Mr. Tait drew up one of the chairs.
"Thank you—though I haven't a minute to stay!"