“Suppose, my dear young lady, that you had a premonition––a hunch, I might say––that you were destined this current day of the calendar week to meet your Kismet in petticoats, wouldn’t it make you feel a bit hollow inside and justify you in taking your first drink before your customary hour for absorbing the same?”
Usually a live wire at repartee, Mamie McCorkle was stumped. With a captain of industry swearing 34 in each ear and the get-rich-quick millionaire trying to break in with his more artistic specialties in profanity, she was for a moment frozen into silence. When she did come to the surface, she set the captains of industry down where they belonged, retorted upon the get-rich-quick millionaire that he was no gentleman and she hoped he would inform the manager she said so and then raised her eyebrows at the interrogator who leaned against her desk.
“If that’s an invitation to lunch, No! I’m already dated,” she said. “If you’re trying to kid me, ring off, the line is busy.”
“All of which,” said the young man, in the same slow, sober voice, “is sage counsel for the frivolous. I am not. As you look like a very sensible young woman, I put a sensible question to you. Perhaps my language was vague. What I meant to convey was: do you think I would be justified in taking a drink at this early hour of the day to brace me for the ordeal of falling in love with an unknown affinity?”
“If your language is personal,” replied Miss McCorkle, with a sarcastic laugh, “my advice is to take six drinks. I’m in love with a chauffeur.”
“Good,” said the young man, brightly, “and may I ask if it was a sudden or a swift affair?”
“Swift,” snapped Miss McCorkle. “He ran over my stepmother, then brought her home. I let him in. We were engaged next day. Here’s the ring, one and one-half carats, white!––now, what number do you want?”
“A thousand thanks––get me the Ritz-Carlton, please, and don’t break this ten-dollar bill. I hate change, it spoils the set of one’s pockets.”
As Whitney Barnes squeezed himself into the booth, Miss McCorkle squinted one eye at the crisp bill he had laid before her and smiled.