"I'll ask you again in half an hour," he returned undaunted. "I'm
Leigh, you know. Jerry Leigh, Errington's secretary."
"I suppose, then, you're a very busy person?"
"Well, pretty much so in the mornings and sometimes up till late at
night, but Errington's a rattling good 'boss' and very often gives me
an 'afternoon out.' That's why I'm here now. I'm off duty and Miss de
Gervais told me I might come to tea whenever I'm free. You
see"--confidentially--"I've very few friends in London."
"Same here," responded Diana shortly.
"No, not really?"--with obvious satisfaction. "Then we ought to pal up
together, oughtn't we?"
"Don't you want my credentials?" asked Diana, smiling,
"Lord, no! One has only to look at you."
Diana laughed outright.
"That's quite the nicest compliment I've ever received, Mr. Leigh," she
said.
(It was odd that while Errington always made her feel rather small and
depressingly young, with Jerry Leigh she felt herself to be quite a
woman of the world.)
"It isn't a compliment," protested Jerry stoutly. "It's just the
plain, unvarnished truth."
"I'm afraid your 'boss' wouldn't agree with you."
"Oh, nonsense!"
"Indeed it isn't. He always treats me as though I were a hot potato,
and he were afraid of burning his fingers."
Jerry roared.
"Well, perhaps he's got good reason."
Diana shook; her head smilingly.
"Oh, no.
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