"Matter with me?" Randall stared at her.
"I mean, your eyesight is perfectly good?"
"I saw you," he said bluntly. It was Clancy's turn to color, and she did so magnificently. Randall saw his advantage. "The very minute I saw you," he said, "I knew—" He stopped. Clancy's chin had lifted a trifle.
"Yes," she said gently. "You knew?"
"That we'd meet again," he said bravely.
"I didn't know that brokers were romantic," she said.
"I'm not," he retorted.
She eyed him carefully.
"No; I don't think you are. Still, not to know any girls—and it isn't because you haven't seen any, either. Well, there must be something else wrong with you. What is it?"
Randall fumbled in his pocket and produced a leather cigarette-case. He opened it, looking at Clancy.