The only point was as to when the article would have the most
effect, and we think the time has come now."
"You would like an article written about a reformatory for to-morrow's
_Post_ or next day's. Very well."
"Thank you so much for telling him. Good-afternoon."
"_You_ would like," the young man repeated--"but one moment, if you
please. You have omitted to inform me who _you_ are."
To his surprise the lady turned round with a gay laugh. Sharlee had
supposed that Mr. Queed, having been offended by her, was deliberately
cutting her. That her identity had literally dropped cleanly from his
mind struck her as both much better and decidedly more amusing.
"Don't you remember me?" she reminded him once again, laughing full at
him from the threshhold. "My dog knocked you over in the street one
day--surely you remember the pleasure-dog?--and then that night I gave
you your supper at Mrs. Paynter's and afterwards collected twenty
dollars from you for back board. I am Mrs. Paynter's niece and my name
is Charlotte Weyland."
Weyland?... Weyland? Oho! So this was the girl--sure enough--that Henry
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