They are trying their best to get Harkless, and if they do----" "If they do!" repeated Miss Sherwood.

She clasped Fisbee's hand gently.
His eyes shone and he touched her fingers with a strange, shy reverence.
"You will meet him to-morrow," he said.
She laughed and pressed his hand.

"I'm afraid not.

He wasn't even interested enough to look at me.".