Sally caught her breath. If it were only somebody she could love! What a moment it would be then—what a moment! Her lips felt suddenly dry. She sucked them into her mouth and moistened them.
"What is it?" she asked.
Mr. Arthur coughed, pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly. The sound, intensified there in that still place, jarred through Sally's senses. She roughly told herself that she was a fool.
"You know I'm in a bank?" he began.
"Yes; of course."
"It's a private bank."
"Really?"
"Yes; what I mean is, they pay better than most banks usually do."
"Really?"
"And they're going to make me a cashier."