“And you want me to back the chance you can, eh?” It was not a pretty speech, but Mr. Lennox was like that. “Nothing doing, my dear,” he finished up.
“I’m sorry,” said Eunice, and turned sadly away.
Something in the cut of her retreating little figure made an appeal to Sydney Lennox, for he called out:
“Here! Come back a minute.”
She turned expectantly, and he allowed his eyes to wander over her. Certainly she was pretty, very pretty. Quite an asset on a summer tour.
“Got any people?”
“No; I’m an orphan.”
“On your own, then?”
“Yes; and I’m awfully keen to get on.”
Mr. Lennox rubbed his chin.