“No, can't say I have; but I know your voice and your style and I'm confident it will suit the part.”
“Thank you so much,” said Iola sweetly; “I am so sorry that Dr. Bulling should have given so much time, and he is such a busy man.”
“Oh, that's nothing,” waved Dr. Foxmore, recovering his self-esteem, “we enjoyed it.”
“How nice of you! And you were pulling wires, too, Dr. Foxmore?”
“Ah, well, we did a little work in a quiet way,” replied the doctor, falling into his best professional tone.
“And this yachting party, I suppose Dr. Bulling and you worked that, too? Really, Dr. Foxmore, you have no idea what a relief it is to have one's affairs taken charge of in this way. It quite saves one the trouble of making up one's mind. Indeed, one hardly needs a mind at all.” Iola's face and smile were those of innocent childhood. Dr. Foxmore shot a suspicious glance at her and hastened to change the subject.
“Well, you will go next Saturday, will you not?”
“I am really a little uncertain at present,” replied Iola.
“Oh, you must, you know! Mrs. Duff Charrington will be awfully cut up, not to speak of Bulling. He had no end of trouble to bring it off.”
“You mean, to persuade Mrs. Duff Charrington to invite me?”