"You're a nice man, aren't you, eh?" she demanded, coming slowly towards him. "What about that little dinner we were going to have, eh, and a theatre? You just leave your place without a word of warning. I wonder grandfather took you back again." "My dear young lady," he began. "Rosa!" she pouted. "Rosa, then," he went on, "pleasure is a great thing, but business is a greater. I have been away on business, the business I spoke to you of. Now, you see, I am back again. The other place didn't suit me." "And grandfather took you on without a word?" "As you see." "What is it you are working at?" she asked curiously. "I never knew you had a dynamo here, or that you needed one for watch repairing." "It is an idea of my own," he told her. "You see, it isn't only watches but every article of jewellery we repair. It saves another assistant." "What were you working at when I came in?" she persisted. "A piece of glass, cutting it up into a few of those beautiful diamond brooches you see in the window," he explained. "But don't let's talk about the work. How well you look!" She tossed her head. "A lot you care about how well I look," she retorted, "going away like that with never a word!" "By the by," he enquired suddenly, "how did you come in? Where was your grandfather?" "Grandfather was asleep in the easy chair," she told him. "I came through on tiptoe. Like to keep yourself private down here, don't you?" "Part of my training," he replied. "I can't work unless I am absolutely alone and undisturbed." She leaned against his bench and raised her foot as though to look at the patent tip of her shoe. He was privileged to behold a goodly number of inches of silk-clad limb. "What are you doing to-night," she asked, "after work?" He shook his head disconsolately. "Your grandfather is a hard taskmaster," he grumbled. "I generally stick on here until I'm tired out." "We'll see about that," she promised. "Would you like ... Oh, bother!" she broke off. "I promised to go to the pictures with Stolly Wykes." Her companion's faint sigh of regret was very cleverly assumed. "Perhaps another evening, then," he suggested. "You're such a slippery customer," she went on, "here to-day and gone to-morrow sort of chap. I suppose I could put Stolly off," she went on meditatively, raising her eyes and looking at him. "I wouldn't do that," he protested. "I can't help thinking how disappointed I should be in his place." "Plenty of feeling for others you have, haven't you?" she observed sarcastically. "I don't know as I care about going out with Stolly. He's always worrying me to get engaged." "I've wondered more than once," he told her confidentially, "why you haven't been engaged long ago. How old are you? Twenty?" "I am twenty-two," she confessed, "and if I'm not engaged, it's because I haven't been over-anxious. I don't think much of these young fellows round here. I feel, somehow, as though I wanted something different."