“I’d forgotten all about you,” she said frankly. “I had to explain you to the ‘Heavenly Twins,’ somehow. If I said you were an editor, they would naturally ask why you came to see me?”
“I never thought of that. I am afraid I’ve put you in an embarrassing position.”
“Oh, not at all. I’ve put you in one. I told them you were the brother of an old classmate, stopping over in town for a day, and that you were to look me up.”
“Did I know you well when you were in college?”, he smiled.
“I didn’t intend to have you know me well, but Jarvis showed such unexpected interest in you that you are suspected of having known me rather well.”
“Sort of an old affair?”
“Sort of,” she laughed up at him.
“I get the idea. Have I your permission to play the rôle in my own way?”
“Yes, only don’t betray me. The ‘Twins’ will only be around at lunch-time. After that, we can talk book.”
“Good! I’ll play up with my best amateur theatrical manner,” he responded, as they entered the garden. “This is the arithmetical garden,” he said
