It was a late afternoon in early
February, soon after the opening of the legislature; and he was alone in
the office. A knock fell upon the door, and at his "Come," a girl
entered who looked as pretty as a dewy May morning. Queed looked up at
her with no welcome in his eye, or greeting on his lip, or spring in the
pregnant hinges of his knee. Yet if he had been a less self-absorbed
young scientist, it must certainly have dawned on him that he had seen
this lady before.
"Oh! How do you do!" said Sharlee, for it was indeed no other.
"Oh--quite well."
"Miss Leech tells me that Colonel Cowles has gone out. I particularly
wished to see him. Perhaps you know when he will be back?"
"Perhaps in half an hour. Perhaps in an hour. I cannot say."
She mused disappointedly. "I could hardly wait. Would you be good enough
to give him a message for me?"
"Very well."
"Well--just tell him, please, that if he can make it convenient, we'd
like the article about the reformatory to go in to-morrow, or the next
day, anyway. He'll understand perfectly; I have talked it all over with
him.
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