Then, satisfactorily turned out, Sir Herbert left his rooms and touched the elevator bell.
Once in the car, and seeing the pretty elevator girl, his mood brightened.
“Good evening, Daisy,” he said, “give me one kiss for good luck. This is my busy day.”
He carelessly put an arm round her, and kissed her lightly on the lips, even as he spoke. The girl was taken by surprise, and anger surged up in her soul.
“You coward!” she cried, wrenching herself free with difficulty and mindful of her elevator gear. “Take shame to yourself, sir, for insulting a defenseless girl!”
“Oh, come now, chicken, that didn’t hurt you! I’m only a jollier. Forget it, and I’ll give you a big box of candy.”
“I’ll never forget it, sir, and if you try that again——”
The dire threat was not pronounced, for just then the car reached the ground floor, and the girl flung the door open.
Nearby at the telephone switchboard was another girl, who looked up curiously as the Bun man came out of the elevator. She had overheard the angry voice that seemed to be threatening him, and she was not without knowledge of his ways herself.
But Sir Herbert waved his hand gayly at the telephone girl and also at the news stand girl. Indeed all girls were, in Binney’s estimation, born to be waved at.