“Of course she’s stunning. I’d like to know what you expected. She’s the finest girl in the world!”
“I can’t deny it. I suppose she’ll be about a good deal from now on. I hope you’ll allow me to break a lance in her behalf.”
“It can probably be arranged, if you’re good. You’d better cultivate Mrs. Forrest. She’s a friend worth having. You know Zee’s father when you see him?”
“Yes; Mr. Carr’s his lawyer. He comes to the office once a month, at least. He’s an odd sort, isn’t he? He has a standing appointment with Mr. Carr for the first of every month, and he’s always there when the curtain rises.”
“I believe Ezra always was an early bird. You’d better stay to dinner, Morris.”
A Japanese boy in a white jacket appeared at the door and bowed jerkily from the hips.
“No, thanks; the poor barrister must work when he gets a chance. I’ll be around soon, though, to get the story of your adventures in Canada.”
“I suppose I must harden my heart against you. There’ll be a lobster as usual, Sunday evening. Good night.”
Merriam heard the click of the iron gate as he stood meditating. Then he took up a bit of paper from his table and wrote:
“October 1; see Ezra.”