"He never comes to see me!" She walked over to where Martin and the young man were looking up at the moon, and addressed the journalist.
"I've been trying to get a chance to speak to you for a week," she said, offering him her hand; "I wanted to tell you I had a friend coming to visit me Won't you come to see us?
She's here." The young man bowed.

"Thank you," he answered.

"Thank you, very much.

I shall be very glad." His tone had the meaningless quality of perfunctory courtesy; Miss Briscoe detected only the courtesy; but the strange lady marked the lack of intention in his words.
"Don't you include me, Minnie ?" inquired Mr Martin, plaintively.

"I'll try not to be too fascinatin', so as to give our young friend a show.