That's how we got
acquainted. Since then, as you know, I have seen a great deal of him,
telephoning and doing copying for him. He has been very kind, indeed.
One day he asked me to go to dinner with him--"
"Did you?" demanded Jimmie.
"Certainly not," replied the girl emphatically. "Then he used to come
nearly every day. One time I--I think he had been--drinking."
"He was--drunk?" exclaimed Fanny in surprise.
"Oh, no! Not that," said Virginia quickly, "but I could see he had
been drinking."
"Just lit up a bit to show that he's human, eh?" said Jimmie with a
grin.
Paying no attention to the interruption, Virginia went on:
"I didn't like him quite so much after that. He asked me again--"
"And you wouldn't?" interrupted Fanny.
"Of course not!"
Jimmie chuckled. Crossing his legs and striking the ashes from his
cigar, he said:
"Say, but that was foxy!"
"What was?" demanded Virginia quickly.
"Making him think that he having money made no difference."
"It didn't."
"Sure it didn't," he laughed. "That was the way to play it."
"What do you mean?" cried the girl indignantly. "I wasn't 'playing'
anything or anybody."
Paying no heed to the frantic signs which Fanny was making for him to
keep silent, the shipping clerk went on:
"Why not? It's all in the game."
Ignoring him, Virginia continued:
"He finally asked me to dine with him here and to bring you and Jim. I
had told him about your being engaged.
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