I got all I wanted anyhow." "But, papa----" "Here!" he interrupted, looking up at her suddenly and setting down his cup of coffee.

"Look here! What about this Mr.Russell?
I forgot all about him.

What about him ?" Her lip trembled a little, but she controlled it before she spoke.
"Well, what about him, papa ?" she asked, calmly enough.
"Well, we could hardly----" Adams paused, frowning heavily.

"We could hardly expect he wouldn't hear something about all this." "Yes; of course he'll hear it, papa." "Well ?" "Well, what ?" she asked, gently.
"You don't think he'd be the--the cheap kind it'd make a difference with, of course." "Oh, no; he isn't cheap.

It won't make any difference with him." Adams suffered a profound sigh to escape him.