“I say, may I? I was just going to ask.”
“You miserable creature, why haven't you been round to see me before?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't been going about much for the last day. You see...”
“I know. Of course.” Quick sympathy came into Sally's voice. She gave a sidelong glance of approval and gratitude at the large picture of Lew Lucas which beamed up at her from the morning paper. “You poor thing! How are you?”
“Oh, all right, thanks.”
“Well, hurry.”
There was a slight pause at the other end of the wire.
“I say.”
“Well?”
“I'm not much to look at, you know.”