"I'm a journalist." "A what!" he repeated feebly.
"A journalist.

I'm on the Hour.

This isn't my work as a rule; but the man who should have come is ill, and his junior can't sketch, so they sent me! Don't look as though I were a ghost, please.

Haven't you ever heard of a girl journalist before ?" "Never," he answered emphatically.

"I didn't know that ladies did such things!" She laughed gaily but softly; and Trent understood then what was meant by the music of a woman's voice.
"Oh, it's not at all an uncommon thing," she answered him.