"Oh, you don't!" he murmured blankly, pulling down the corners of his wide, expressive mouth.
"So sorry," she parroted. "G'dafternoon."
She was several steps away before the man recovered from this rebuff. Then, with a face of set intent, he gave chase.
"I say—Miss Thursday!"
Joan accepted with a secret smile this sudden change from the off-hand manner of his first addresses. "Miss Thursday, eh?" she said to herself; but halted none the less.
"Well?"—with self-evident surprise.
"Look here—lis'n!" insisted Quard: "I got to have a talk with you."
"What about?"
"Oh, this is no good place. When can I see you?"
"Is it quite necessary, Mister Quard?"