The next time he called she was taking dictation from Mr. Corey and was unaware he had come. When she finished with her employer, and picked up the sheaf of letters he had given her, she passed through the connecting door between the two offices, and found Devlin waiting in her room.
“Really!” She stopped short and frowned in quick annoyance.
“Well, here I am again!” he said blandly.
“And here’s where you go out!” She walked towards the door that led to the outer office and flung it open.
Devlin’s face altered, and a slow color began to mount his dark cheeks.
“Aw—say——” he said in hurt tones. The smile was gone; for the moment his face was as serious as her own.
Jeannette did not move. Devlin picked up his hat and gloves.
“My God!” he exclaimed fervently, “you’re hard as nails!”
As he went out she suddenly felt sorry for him.
But that was not the last of him. His card appeared the next afternoon. Mr. Corey was again away from the office.