"I saw Tetlow," he said. "He promised to send me your address."
At Tetlow's name she frowned slightly; then a gleam of ridicule flitted
into her eyes. "Oh, that silly, squeamish old maid! How sick I got of
him!"
Norman winced, and his jealousy stirred. "Why?" he asked.
"Always warning me against everybody. Always giving me advice. It was
too tiresome. And at last he began to criticize me--the way I
dressed--the way I talked--said I was getting too free in my manner. The
impudence of him!"
Norman tried to smile.
"He'd have liked me to stay a silly little mouse forever."
"So you've been--blossoming out?" said Norman.
"In a quiet way," replied she, with a smile of self-content, so lovely
as a smile that no one would have minded its frank egotism. "There isn't
much chance for fun--unless a girl goes too far. But at the same time I
don't intend life to be Sunday when it isn't work. I got very cross with
him--Mr. Tetlow, I mean. And I took another position. It didn't pay
quite so well--only fifteen a week. But I couldn't stand being
watched--and guyed by all the other girls and boys for it."
"Where are you working?"
"With an old lawyer named Branscombe. It's awful slow, as I'm the only
one, and he's old and does everything in an old-fashioned way. But the
hours are easy, and I don't have to get down till nine--which is nice
when you've been out at a dance the night before."
Norman kept his eyes down to hide from her the legion of devils of
jealousy. "You _have_ changed," he said.
"I'm growing up," replied she with a charming toss of her small
head--what beautiful effects the sunlight made in among those wavy
strands and strays!
"And you're as lovely as ever--lovelier," he said--and his eyes were
the eyes of the slave she had spurned.
She did not spurn him now--and it inflamed his jealousy that she did
not. She said: "Oh, what's the good of looks? The town's full of pretty
girls. And so many of them have money--which I haven't. To make a hit in
New York a girl's got to have both looks and dress. But I must be going.
I've an engagement to lunch--" She gave a proud little smile--"at the
Astor House. It's nice upstairs there."
"With Bob Culver?"
She laughed. "I haven't seen him since I left his office. You know, Mr.
Tetlow took me with him--back to your old firm. I didn't like Mr.
Culver. I don't care for those black men. They are bad-tempered and
two-faced. Anyhow, I'd not have anything to do with a man who wanted to
slip round with me as if he were ashamed of me."
She was looking at Norman pleasantly enough. He wasn't sure that the hit
was for him as well as for Culver, but he flushed deeply. "Will you
lunch with me at the Astor House at one to-morrow?"
"I've got an engagement," said she. "And I must be going. I'm awfully
late." He had an instinct that her engagement on both days was with the
same man. "I'm glad to have seen you----"
"Won't you let me call on you?" he said imploringly, but with the
suggestion that he had no hope of being permitted to come.
"Certainly," responded she with friendly promptness. She opened the
shopping bag swinging on her arm. "Here is one of my cards."
"When? This evening?"
Her laugh showed the beautiful deep pink and dazzling white behind her
lips. "No--I'm going to a party."
"Let me take you."