“You said he was in and out.”
“Nix on the rough stuff.”
“What a lovely phrase! I must tell that to Jarvis.”
“Who’s Jarvis? Your steady?”
“No. He’s a—relative by marriage.”
“Nix on the ‘in-laws’ for me.”
He suddenly straightened up to attention as a big, fierce-looking man plunged in, nearly demolished the railing in passage, and made for a door marked “Private.”
“Any mail?” he shouted.
“No. Lady to see you, sir,” the boy replied.
Bambi rose to meet the foe, who never glanced at her. He jerked open the door, but he was not quick enough for the originator of the Jabberwock Jig. Her small foot was slid into the space between the door and the threshold. It was at the risk of losing a valuable member, but she was so angry at being ignored that she never thought of it. When the gentleman found that the door would not close, he stuck his head out, and nearly kissed Bambi, whose smiling countenance happened to be in the way.
“Well?” he ejaculated.
“Quite well, thank you,” she replied as she slid in the crack. He looked her over.
