“Is Jim Langford with you to-night?” she asked.
“Yes,––he is over there by the door.”
“He is a great boy, Jim,” she said. “Everybody likes him, and yet he is so terribly foolish at times to his own interests. He doesn’t seem to care anything for money, 154 position or material progress. And he is so clever; he could accomplish anything almost, if he set his mind to it. And,––and he is always a gentleman.”
“Yes! Jim’s pure gold right through,” Phil answered with enthusiasm.
“Mr. Ralston, I think you are the only man he has ever been known really to chum with. And he doesn’t dance,” she added.
“So he tells me.”
“Sometimes I fancy he can dance, but refuses to admit it for some particular reason of his own. He looks like a dancer.”
“Quite possible!” Phil returned. “I never thought of it in that light.”
“He does not seem to hanker after a lady’s company very much. He is most at home with the men folks.”
“He told me, only a few minutes ago, that he was not a lady’s man.”