And it's a splendid advertisement to have her for a friend.

She'll talk about your books and articles till all is blue.' Amy gave a questioning look at her husband.

But Reardon moved in an uncomfortable way.
'We'll see about it,' he said.

'Some day, perhaps.' 'Let me know whenever you feel disposed.

But about Jedwood: I happen to know a man who reads for him.' 'Heavens!' cried Reardon.