As he showed no disposition to add to this clever remark, Prentiss entered the field.
“Will he be home soon, Miss?” he asked. The girl shook her head. She had begun to blush a little, which was not to be wondered at, considering that Dolph was still staring at her.
“He has gone to New York. I don’t expect him back until Thursday.”
“Oh!” said Prentiss. Whereupon Walker took up the burden of conversation.
“We’re very sorry to have missed him,” he said in relieved tones and with a broad smile on his face.
“Is there—is there any message I can give him?” asked Miss Finkler.
“N—no, thanks. We—we called to see him about——”
“About a matter of business,” interrupted Dolph, emerging from his trance and smiling engagingly at the young lady. “We will call again.”
“Yes, we’ll call again,” echoed Prentiss.