“Well, to be quite honest, Marie-Celeste,” for the half-truths of conventional acquaintance did not enter into this friendship, “I think I might; I'm nothing of a hand at calling, you know, but I'm awfully glad, I can tell you, to have met you just in this way, only you mustn't let me interrupt you. You keep right on with your copying, and I'll wander about till you've finished.”