Sally smiled as bravely as she could. "Nothing, Everett," she replied quietly. "Just waiting."
"Waiting?" he exclaimed. "For whom, may I ask?"
"For Charlie," she answered as quietly as before. "Jane has gone in to get him."
"Oh," said Everett coldly, "so Spencer has gone in to get him. To judge by appearances, he doesn't seem to make a success of it."
Sally shook her head. There did not seem to be anything else to say. Spencer didn't seem to be making much of a success of it.
"How long have you been waiting?"
"Two or three years," answered Sally, with a nervous laugh.
"You poor girl!" Everett exclaimed. "I was just going in to see if I couldn't get Charlie. It is curious how things happen." Sally smiled a little smile of amusement in spite of her nervousness. It was curious how things happened, when you came to think of it. "There isn't any use in your waiting any longer. It can't do any good, and it may be very unpleasant for you. Better let me take you to your hotel. Then I will come back. I may have as much success as Spencer, perhaps." And Everett began a little smile of his own; but, thinking that Sally might see it, he stopped before the smile was well born.
Sally shook her head again. "I told Eugene to tell Charlie that I should wait here until he came out. It isn't pleasant, but I shall wait."
"But, Sally," Everett remonstrated, "you don't understand. You—"