She had some tea and crackers, and at half-past six put on her things and took a short walk. At seven she went into a public pay station, rang up the Harvard Club, and called for Mr. Pendleton. When she heard his voice her cheeks turned scarlet. "If you insist I'll come to-morrow night," she informed him. "But--" "Say, that's fine!" he interrupted. "But I want you to understand that I don't approve of it." "Oh, that's all right," he assured her. "Where may I call for you?" "I--I don't know." "Where do you live?" She gave her address. "Then I'll call there." "Very well," she answered. "Now, I call that mighty good of you," he ran on. "And--" "Good-night," she concluded sharply. She hung up the receiver and went back to her room in anything but a comfortable frame of mind. CHAPTER XI STEAK, WITH MUSHROOMS AND ADVICE All of Miss Winthrop that occupied a desk in the office of Carter, Rand & Seagraves on the next day was that for which Farnsworth was paying a weekly wage of twelve dollars. From the moment she entered that morning until she left that afternoon she made this perfectly clear to every one, including Don. But he also was busy. He had determined to make himself letter perfect on several bond issues. To this end he worked as hard as ever he had the day before a final examination. Besides this, Farnsworth found three or four errands for him to do, which he accomplished with dispatch. All that week Farnsworth had used him more and more--a distinctly encouraging sign. Don knew offhand now the location of some ten or fifteen offices, and was received in them as the recognized representative of Carter, Rand & Seagraves. In some places he was even known by name and addressed as Mr. Pendleton--which filled him with considerable pride. Don went direct to his house from the office, dressed, and went to the club. "If any one rings me up, get the name," he ordered the doorman. He avoided the crowd before the bar, and went upstairs to the library. He had brought his circulars with him, and now went over them once again in order to refresh his memory on some of the details. He was as anxious about getting this right as if Miss Winthrop were a prospective customer. Perhaps she might be. Women invested money, and if he was persuasive enough he might sell her a thousand-dollar bond. If he did not sell one to her, he might sell a few to Barton. Barton was always investing money--investing the Pendleton money, in fact. He might suggest Barton to Farnsworth, and drop around and see him to-morrow. Then Barton might suggest some one else. Before night he might in this way sell a couple of dozen of these bonds. He grew excited at the idea. He felt a new instinct stirring within him.