"Yes," she agreed, unblushingly.
Once in warm water, his hands exuded the odor of gasolene. She sniffed like a horse scenting the turf.
"I'd rather have a whiff of an automobile," she remarked, "than of the best attar of roses on the market."
"You ain't forgot about to-night, sis?"
She lowered her eyes.
"No, I haven't forgotten."
"There ain't nothin' but a business engagement can keep me off. I gotta big deal on, and I may be too busy to-night, but we'll go to-morrow sure."
"That'll be all right, Mr. Barker; business before pleasure."
"I'm pretty sure it'll be to-night, though. I—I don't like to have to wait too long."
He reached across the table suddenly and gripped hold of her working arm.