The young man paused and gazed rapturously into space.
“Go on; go on,” urged Barnes. “Poor but honest.”
“I caught her eye once and my heart thumped––could feel it beating against my cigarette case.”
“That’s the real soul-mate stuff; go on!” cried Barnes.
“Well, she got off at one of the big shops. I followed. She went in one of the employees’ entrances. She worked there––I could see that.”
“And did you wait for her to go out to lunch?”
“No, I had an engagement. Next day I caught that same car, but she was not on it. I kept on trying and the fourth day she was on the car, looking lovelier than ever. When she got off the car I got off. I stepped up and raised my hat.
“‘Forgive me for approaching you in this impertinent manner,’ I said, ‘but I would like to introduce myself,’ and I handed her my card.”
The youthful head of the house of Gladwin stopped abruptly and slid listlessly into a chair.
“I demand to hear what she replied,” insisted Barnes.