What I have to say can be said briefly, but to you, at least,
it should prove immensely interesting." She stifled a small yawn with
the gloved finger-tips of her left hand. "However, of course don't let
me keep you if you are pressed for time."
The young man made no reply. Sharlee completed at her leisure her
conference with the vanity-box; snapped the trinket shut; and, rising,
rang the bell again. This time she required a glass of water for her
good comfort. She drank it slowly, watching herself in the mantel mirror
as she did so, and setting down the glass, took a new survey of her
whole effect, this time in a long-distance view.
"Now, Mr. Queed!"
She sat down in a flowered arm-chair so large that it engulfed her, and
fixed him with a studious, puckering gaze as much as to say: "Let's see.
Now, what was his trouble?"
"Ah, yes!--the _Post_."
She glanced at the little clock on the mantel, appeared to gather in her
thoughts from remote and brilliant places, and addressed the dingy youth
briskly but not unkindly.
"Unfortunately, I have an engagement this evening and can give you very
little time.
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