"See her?" repeated Julian, laughing. "Do you mean the girl you went
to school with?"
"Of course I do."
"I don't know that I ever saw her in my life."
"Well, she's coming here to-morrow night."
An explanation followed.
"Hasn't he ever spoken to you about her?" Harriet asked.
"No," said Julian, smiling. "I suppose he thought it was a private
affair, in which no one else had any interest."
"I hope you will like her," he said presently. "It will be very nice
to have a friend of that kind, won't it?"
"Yes,--if she doesn't throw one of my own plates at me."
CHAPTER XXII
UNDER-CURRENTS
"Well, how do you like her?" Julian asked, when their visitors had
left them.
"Oh, I dare say she's all right," was the reply. "She's got a good
deal to say for herself."
Julian turned away, and walked about the room.
"What does she work at?" said Harriet, after glancing at him
furtively once or twice.
"I have no idea."
"It's my belief she doesn't work at all."
"Why should Waymark have said so, then?" asked Julian, standing
still and looking at her. He spoke very quietly, but his face
betrayed some annoyance.
Harriet merely laughed, her most ill-natured and maliciously
suggestive laugh, and rose from her seat.
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