"Yet I don't think it would be easy for any one to make you do a thing you really didn't want to do," she observed, regarding him thoughtfully.
"When you lift your eyebrows like that—"
"I thought you weren't to make pretty speeches to me in business hours," she reproached him.
"Such a stern and rock-bound partner! Very well. How does the paper suit your tastes?"
"You've got an awfully funny society column."
"We strive to amuse. But I thought only people outside of society ever read society columns—except to see if their names were there."
"I read all the paper," she answered severely. "And I'd like to know who Mrs. Wolf Tone Maher is."
"Ring up 'Information,'" he suggested.
"Don't be flippant. Also Mr. and Mrs. B. Kirschofer, and Miss Amelia Sproule. All of which give teas in the society columns of the 'Clarion.' Or dances. Or dinners. And I notice they're always sandwiched in between the Willards or the Vanes or the Ellisons or the Pierces, or some of our own crowd. I'm curious."
"So am I. Let's ask Wayne."