"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." She shook her head. "You wouldn't like it. Only young people." "But I'm not so old." She looked at him critically. "No--you're not. It always puzzled me. You aren't old--you look like a boy lots of the time. But you always _seem_ old to me." "I'll try to do better. To-night?"