“Oh, well, I won’t despair. I’m not half bad, you know. Think it over. Some day, perhaps.”
“It would be charming, I’m sure,” he said politely.
“And, Phil——” She paused.
“What?”
“Come and see a fellow once in a while, won’t you? You know, propinquity is love’s alter ego.”
“I’m sure of it. Perhaps that’s why I’m afraid to come.”
She laughed again as she went out and he followed her to the door of the outer office where Miss Crenshaw and Miss Gillespie scrutinized her perfectly appointed costume and then tossed their heads the fraction of an inch, adjusted their sidecombs and went on with their work.