Marc sighed deeply. "And why on earth did you have to wear _that_? Heaven only knows what they're thinking out there." "I know," replied Toffee simply. Marc turned from her in the resignation of despair, and suddenly stopped short. Facing him, mouth agape, was Julie Mason. "Good morning, Julie," he stammered. "Good afternoon, Mr. Pillsworth," said Julie absently. Her gaze followed Toffee as she crossed to one of the large, upholstered chairs. "Oh, yes," said Marc hurriedly. "Julie, this is Toffee, my--uh--my niece. She lost her baggage on the way out and had to wear just what she had left." He laughed nervously, hoping that the fact that Toffee had seen fit to be caught short in an evening gown, might somehow explain itself. "How-do-you-do," said Julie icily, noting that Marc was a wretched liar. Toffee peered from the chair to take in the cool, blond Julie. "Marc has had some lovely thoughts about you," she said gaily. Julie turned to Marc in bewilderment, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Suddenly she pivoted and rushed from the room. The door didn't exactly slam behind her, but there was no doubt about its being closed. Marc slumped into the chair at his desk and stared forlornly after her. For a time it was quiet in the office until Toffee rose from the chair and crossed to a mirror at the opposite side of the room. Suddenly she turned to Marc. "Stop that day dreaming," she commanded. "You're making me fade." Marc glanced up. Toffee had suddenly turned quite pale. "I forgot to tell you," she said earnestly. "It isn't just that I disappear when you sleep, I also fade when you day-dream. Please stay awake." Marc stared at her in fascination and his expression became quite thoughtful. * * * * * A door at the back of the room opened cautiously and Julie's face appeared in the opening. "The models are here for the Sheer Hosiery ad.," she announced. "I'll be right out, Julie." Marc swung out of the chair and toward the door. He turned back to Toffee. "I'll be back in a moment, don't leave the office." As Marc entered the hall, he saw Julie going into her office next door. "Julie!" he called. "Yes, Mr. Pillsworth?" She turned to him, and for a moment Marc couldn't remember what he had started to say. "Would you help me choose a model, please?" he asked finally. Julie nodded and, together, they crossed to the "Audition" room. "Raise your skirts, please," said Julie as they entered. Quickly, the girls formed a line and did as they were told. Instantly, Marc's eye was caught by a black skirt at the end of the line, being lifted unnecessarily high. He leaped quickly and caught it just in time. "Stop that and get out of here," he hissed. "Not on your life," murmured Toffee acidly. "Any time you go around looking at legs, you'll look at mine--understand?" "Can't I make you understand that this is a business office?"