Yes, we are very short-handed and the chief let me go down to see Mr.Trent.He didn't expect for a moment that I should get him to talk to me, but I did, and he let me sketch the house.

I am awfully pleased with myself I can tell you." The young man walked by her side for a moment in silence.

She looked up at him casually as they crossed the street, and something in his face surprised her.
"Why, Cecil, what on earth is the matter with you ?" she exclaimed.
He looked down at her with a new seriousness.
"I was thinking," he said, "how oddly things turn out.

So you have been down to interview Mr.Scarlett Trent for a newspaper, and he was civil to you!" "Well, I don't see anything odd about that," she exclaimed impatiently.
"Don't be so enigmatical.

If you've anything to say, say it! Don't look at me like an owl!" "I have a good deal to say to you," he answered gravely.