What else may be the answer to the poet's question, "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" it is not Toby. For that had always been his only way, and it happened again at that moment.
"Good Heavens!" he exclaimed when the door had closed again. "Who's that?"
"That's one of my assistants," said Ben; "and you will oblige me by not taking her out to lunch more than you can help, because we're busy. Also, you can't afford it. Also, she may be already engaged."
"But she's beautiful," said Toby. "She's terrific. What's her name?"
"Her name is Viola Marquand," said Ben.
"Viola Marquand! Great Scott! Why, I know her brother. He's at New. She isn't engaged, or if she is, he doesn't know it."
"Why should he?" Ben asked. "You don't know all that I do."
"He's told me about her," said Toby. "He said I should fall for her and I have. Do ask her to come in again about something."
"Not unless you make a promise," said Ben.