"I'm not sure but that would be an appropriate entrance," says he. "However, it might appear a trifle theatrical."
"What's the programme, anyway?" says I, as we boards the elevator. "Do you open for the defense, or do I?"
"Hanged if I know!" he almost groans out. "I wish I did."
"Then let's stick around outside in the corridor here," says I, "until we frame up something. Now how would it do if——"
"You're to explain, that's all!" says he, steppin' up and pushin' the button.
It's a wonder too, from the panicky way he's actin', he don't shove me ahead of him for a buffer as we goes in. But he has just enough courage left to let me trail along behind.
So it's him gets the cordial greetin' from the vision in blue net that floats out easy and graceful from the window nook.
I couldn't see why it wa'n't goin' to be just as awkward for her, meetin' him again so long after their grand smash, or whatever it was; but, take it from me, there ain't any fussed motions about Miss Hampton at all. Them big china blue eyes of hers is steady and calm, her perky chin is carried well up, and in one corner of her mouth she's displayin' that quirky smile he'd described to me.
"Ah, Robert!" says she. "So good of you to——"
Then she discovers me and breaks off sudden.