CHARM OF MANNER
69
What'll become of all they know? Seems a waste, don't it?"
Seeing that I was expected to say something and that the interview would not close until I did, I replied vaguely—"But that's just where we come to the edge of things, I suppose."
"Your books here now," he resumed, ignoring my remarks, "and—and all you must a' got out of them—seems a pity we couldn't—he paused for a word.
"Buy it?" I suggested.
"Well, yes, something of that sort."
I could see his charm of manner welling up again over him as he made his final bow. It was long after three of course, and I would have to make apologies and humble myself to ask for another appointment with Mrs. L.
"'Charm of Manner!'" I murmured to myself, reflectively.
