A forlorn little shake of the head.
“That horrible Ritzmann offered to publish it—if I would let him have it for nothing!”
“For nothing! Didn’t he offer to pay anything?”
“Not after I had declined to go to lunch with him!”
Pamela laughed; not mirthfully.
“Cheer up, Pam,” said Mr. Crichton, in a voice of abysmal gloom. “A—er—a friend——”
“A friend, yes, Crichton,” interrupted O’Hagan. “Don’t be nervous.”
“A friend of mine—Captain O’Hagan—has called to see us!”
Pamela blushed delightfully; O’Hagan bowed inimitably.
“Didn’t Mr.—Parkins—stay?”