"I hope you're right," said Enoch quietly. "We'll see, you and I."
Diana did not reply. She was, perhaps, a little troubled by Enoch's
calm and persistent declaration of principles. It is not easy for a
woman even of Diana's poise and simple sincerity to keep in order a
gentleman as distinguished and as courteous and as obviously in earnest
as Enoch.
Finally, "Do you mind talking your own shop, Mr. Huntingdon?" she asked.
"Not at all," replied Enoch eagerly. "Is there some aspect of my work
that interests you?"
"I imagine that all of it would," said Diana. "But I was not thinking
of your work as a Cabinet Official. I was thinking of you as Police
Commissioner of New York."
Enoch looked surprised.
"Father wrote to me the other day," Diana went on, "and asked me to
send him the collection of your speeches. I bought it at Brentano's
and I don't mind telling you that it pinched the Johnstown lunches a
good bit to do so, but it was worth it, for I read the book before
mailing it."
"You're not hinting that I ought to reimburse you, are you?" demanded
Enoch, with a delighted chuckle.
"Well, no--we'll consider that the luncheon and this dinner square the
Johnstown pinching, perhaps a trifle more.
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