“I’m glad you didn’t,” she breathed.
“Why?”
“Because—why, you don’t know me!”
“I should have asked for your father and introduced myself.”
“Well, you certainly don’t lack assurance!” she gasped.
“It would have been all right,” he assured her cheerfully.
“You wouldn’t have found him, though,” she said dryly.
“Then I would have asked for Mrs. Devereux, and, failing her, Miss Devereux. You see, yesterday I was a bit desperate,” he added smilingly.
“Desperate! I should say foolhardy!”