“If you should want me during the day, you’ll find me at my office with Carter, Rand & Seagraves. Better write that down.”
“I will, sir.”
“Good-day, Nora.”
Don took the Subway this morning, in company with several hundred thousand others for whom this was as much a routine part of their daily lives as the putting on of a hat. He had seen all these people coming and going often enough before, but never before had he felt himself as coming and going with them. Now he was one of them. He did not resent it. In fact, he felt a certain excitement about it. But it was new––almost foreign.
It was with some difficulty that he found his way from the station to his office. This so delayed him that he was twenty minutes late. 56 Miss Winthrop, who was hard at work when he entered, paused a second to glance at the watch pinned to her dress.
“I’m only twenty minutes late,” he apologized to her.
“A good many things can happen around Wall Street in twenty minutes,” she answered.
“I guess I’ll have to leave the house a little earlier.”
“I’d do something to get here on time,” she advised. “Out late last night?”
“Not very. I was in bed a little after one.”