Shortly after Henry arrived at the office Miss Drury came into his room. "Your sister was here just now," she said.
"Was she?"
"Yes, she came to wait for the verdict."
"That reminds me. I intended to telephone, but forgot it."
"She said she knew you wouldn't think of it."
"Did you quarrel?" Henry asked.
"Did we quarrel? Well, now, I like that question. No, we didn't quarrel. I got along with her quite as well as I do with her brother. She said that she had often wondered who got up my department, but that no one had ever told her."
"She may have wondered, but she never asked. So, you see, I intend to rid myself of blame even at the expense of my sister."
"Oh, I suppose she said it merely to put me in good humor with myself."
"But wouldn't it have been more in harmony with a woman's character if she'd given you a sly cut, a tiny stab, to put you in ill humor with the world?"