How many will you give
me?"
"Six."
"Will you kindly sign up the papers to-night?"
"No--my mother won't let me. I might sign up for one if you want me
to."
"What possible use has your mother for the other five that is better
than giving them all to me?"
"Perhaps she doesn't want to spoil other men for me."
West leaned forward, interest fully awakened on his charming face, and
Sharlee watched him, pleased with herself.
It had occurred to her, in fact, that Mr. West was tired; and this was
the solemn truth. He was a man of large responsibilities, with a day's
work behind him and a night's work ahead of him. His personal conception
of the way to occupy the precious interval did not include the
conscientious talking of shop. Jaded and brain-fagged, what he desired
was to be amused, beguiled, soothed, fascinated, even flattered a bit,
mayhap. Sharlee's theory of hospitality was that a guest was entitled to
any type of conversation he had a mind to. Having dismissed her own
troubles, she now proceeded to make herself as agreeable as she knew
how; and he has read these pages to little purpose who does not know
that that was very agreeable indeed.
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