CHAPTER FOUR
It was well that the work which Helen was doing when Elijah left the office was mechanical, else it might have lacked the finish which made her in demand above all others. She could not keep her thoughts from this man and his work. With a frown, she glanced at her watch. Returning it to her belt, she drew her finished work from her machine and began to put the office in order. She stood absently before a mirror as she pinned her hat in place, turning with perfunctory pats here and there, touching a stray lock into order and smoothing down her gown. She passed out into the street, locking the door behind her, and turned to Winston's office. Her light footsteps as she entered, did not arouse his attention. For a moment she stood, looking at him as he bent over his work.
"You are cordial, I must confess."
Ralph looked up.
"Ah! What's the matter?" he concluded, noting her sober face.
"What is the matter?"
"Why, you're as solemn as an owl."
"Do you object to my sitting down for a moment?"
"Not for two moments. I'm glad to see you." Winston rose hastily and swung a chair into position.