"Eustace? Oh, you mean King Solomon--that is, young Gibb. Young Gibb's a curious boy."
"Curious? I think he's delightful."
"Delightful? Yes, so--so he is; a--a most valuable acquisition for a man like me."
"Do you yourself require a secretary, Mr. Hooper.
"Do I--require a secretary--myself? I--I--the fact is----" A wild idea was germinating in the erratic young gentleman's brain. "What are your qualifications, Miss Lindsay?"
"I can work a typewriter."
"Can you? That's splendid."
"At least I could about twelve months ago, and I dare say I could again, after a little practice."
"Of course you could; not a doubt of it. And--and can you write shorthand?"
"No, I can't write shorthand; is that indispensable?"