“Oh, Fanny isn’t going yet! She has a lot to tell John,” he laughed.
“Mrs. Blair is going to New York with me to-night. That’s why I stopped here.”
“Did she say she was going to New York to-night? Well, she isn’t!”
“Her trunk’s at the station; she usually knows what she’s doing, doesn’t she?”
“Well, usually; but not this time—for the reason that she can’t leave you here after asking you to stop, and you——”
“I have an engagement at the Hemisphere office at noon to-morrow,” she replied, determined not to be disarmed by his bantering tone.
“Oh, they will wait! Everybody waits for illustrators—they’re the autocrats of the publishing business.”
“I make a point of keeping my word, Mr. Craighill,” she remarked severely.
He rose with an abruptness that startled her.
“Jean, we are wasting time, you and I. You didn’t answer my letters—and I wrote you a dozen; you wouldn’t see me when I knocked at your door in New York; and Fanny’s efforts to have us visit her at York Harbour failed all summer because you wouldn’t go.”