Of course the proper person to go to would have been young Dunster, but, he couldn't stand Willie Dunster--not at any price.
In the pause the Editor had changed his attitude, faced his desk, and smiled a faint knowing smile.
"Striking girl--eh ?" he said.
The incongruity of the word was enough to make one jump out of the chair.
Striking! That girl striking! Stri.

.

.! But Renouard restrained his feelings.

His friend was not a person to give oneself away to.

And, after all, this sort of speech was what he had come there to hear.