She paused near the door to stare at him for a moment, unutterable scorn in her eyes.
"I've had a notion you were pretty keen about Brandy Booth," he went on amiably.
She caught her breath. There was an instant's hesitation on her part before she replied.
"You have never been very smart at making love guesses, Leslie," she said. "It's a trick you haven't acquired."
He laughed uncomfortably. "Neat stroke, that."
Following her into the corridor outside the offices, he pushed the elevator bell for her.
"I meant what I said, Sara," he remarked, somewhat doggedly. "You ought to get married. Chal didn't leave much for you to cherish. There's no reason why you should go on like this, living alone and all that sort of thing. You're young and beautiful and—"
"Oh, thank you, Leslie," she cried out sharply.
"You see, it's going to be this way: Hetty will probably marry Booth. That's on dit, I take it. You're depending on her for companionship. Well, she'll quit you cold after she's married. She will—"
She interrupted him peremptorily.