"Yes. Dr. Moskowitz fixed me up nicely."
Cudyk had been asking himself why the M.P.L. man looked so cheerful.
Now he thought he understood.
"And Miss Burgess?" he asked.
"Yes," said Harkway, looking embarrassed. He paused. "She's--an
exquisite person, Mr. Cudyk."
Cudyk clasped his square hands together, elbows on the arms of his
chair. He said, "Forgive me, I'm going to be personal. Am I right in
saying that you now feel more than casually interested in Miss Burgess?"