An incoming call enabled her to turn aside the flush that rose to her cheeks. When she had attended to it she glanced up again at Carey with her prior calmness.
"Which do you prefer," he asked, "candy or a pair of those long gloves?"
"Candy isn't good for the complexion."
Daniel noted her fine color, then promised the gloves. He was about to say more when Tom Oliver bolted into the room.
"Say, old man," he cried, "when on earth will you be through here? There's the prettiest girl in the tearoom, and maybe you know her. I've ordered supper over there, so I can look at her."
"What is she wearing?" asked Daniel, with a note of alarm.
"She's a vision in light blue."
The hello girl looked quizzically at Daniel and it was Daniel's turn to flush.
"I can't eat supper there, Tom," he said, slowly. "Fact is, I'd rather be anywhere else than in that room."
"But why?" persisted Tom.