“I think I might,” said Richard Kuppelton weightily; he had no one in mind, though; except possibly Caroline.
“I guess it’s a good idea if you’ve got the right person,” said Robert Holton.
“That’s very true.” They thought of this a moment. Each thought of it seriously and each regarded it distantly. Richard Kuppelton had no real desire to be married. He supposed that Robert Holton felt the same.
“I wonder,” said Kuppelton subtly, “what the conference is going to be about this afternoon. I wonder if it’s about promotions in the departments.”
“I haven’t any idea.”
“Since the war, seniority doesn’t make much difference.”
“I thought it did.”
Kuppelton shook his head, convinced of Holton’s insincerity. For weeks now everyone had discussed the new policy and everyone had watched the veterans in the different offices, especially Holton; it was expected that they would all be promoted: in any event Holton would be.
“No, it doesn’t make a bit of difference.”
Robert Holton smiled. He had small white teeth and an agreeable smile which Kuppelton resented. “That’s good news for me. I haven’t been here very long you know.”