"The valet."
"He did n't do it at all nicely. There's a little sun parlor on the next floor. Come with me and I 'll do it over."
He followed her upstairs and into a room filled with flowers and wicker chairs. She stood before him and readjusted the handkerchief, so near that he thought he felt her breath. It was a test for a man, and he came through it nobly.
"There—that's better," she said. "Now take the big chair in the sun."
She drew it forward a little, though he protested at so much attention. She dropped into another seat a little away from him.
"Well?" he inquired. "Aren't you going to tell me about it?"
He was making it as easy as possible—easier than she had anticipated.
"Won't you please smoke?"
He lighted a cigarette.
"Now we're off," he encouraged her.