“Yes, thank you,” responded Lois, sinking into it, with her billows of lilac muslin and her rich brown hair against the background of green vines. “Aren’t you going to sit down yourself?”
“Thank you, I’ve only a minute,” said the visitor, leaning against one of the piazza-posts, his wide hat in his hand. “I’m out at my place at Collingswood for the summer, and the trains don’t connect very well on Sunday. I had to run down here to see some people, but I thought I wouldn’t pass you by.”
“Did you have a pleasant trip?” asked Lois.
“Very pleasant,” rejoined Mr. Larue, without enthusiasm. “Oh, by the way, Alexander, I heard that you were inquiring for me at the office last week. Anything I can do for you?”
“Have you any money lying around just now that you don’t know what to do with?” asked Justin significantly.
Mr. Larue’s dark, deep-set eyes took on the guarded change which the mention of money brings into social relations.
“Perhaps,” he admitted.
“May I come around to-morrow at three o’clock and talk to you?”
“Yes, do,” said the other, preparing to move on. “Please don’t get up, Mrs. Alexander; you don’t look as well as I’d like to see you.”
“Oh, I’m all right,” said Lois.