Garson's comment as she departed was uttered with his accustomed
bluntness.
"Solid ivory!"
"She's a darling, anyway!" Mary declared, smiling. "You really
don't half-appreciate her, Joe!"
"Anyhow, I appreciate that hat," was the reply, with a dry
chuckle.
"Mr. Griggs," Fannie announced. There was a smile on the face of
the maid, which was explained a minute later when, in accordance
with her mistress's order, the visitor was shown into the
drawing-room, for his presence was of an elegance so
extraordinary as to attract attention anywhere--and mirth as well
from ribald observers.
Meantime, Garson had explained to Mary.
"It's English Eddie--you met him once. I wonder what he wants?
Probably got a trick for me. We often used to work together."
"Nothing without my consent," Mary warned.
"Oh, no, no, sure not!" Garson agreed.
Further discussion was cut short by the appearance of English
Eddie himself, a tall, handsome man in the early thirties, who
paused just within the doorway, and delivered to Mary a bow that
was the perfection of elegance.
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