She's such an awfully good sort." "Yes," agreed Errington.

"Miss Quentin is quite charming." "She thinks you don't like her," pursued Jerry, after a moment's pause.
"I--not like Miss Quentin?
Absurd!" "Well, that's what she thinks, anyway," persisted Jerry.

"She told me so, and she seemed really sorry about it.

She believes you don't want to be friends with her." "Miss Quentin's friendship would be delightful.

But--you don't understand, Jerry--it's one of the delights I must forego." When Errington spoke with such a definite air of finality, his young secretary knew from experience that he might as well drop the subject.
He could get nothing further out of Max, once the latter had adopted that tone over any matter.