They walked through the offices to the elevator and Holton pressed the button.
“What’s he doing in town?”
“He’s just visiting. I’m going to see him this afternoon. He’s coming over here after lunch.”
“That’ll be nice. What does he look like?” She asked this gaily, hoping to have some effect on him. She didn’t, though.
“I don’t know. He looks all right, I guess.”
“You certainly are good at description. Be sure to let me meet him.”
“I will.”
The elevator stopped for them and they pushed into the lunch-going crowd. With a rush they descended to the street floor.
Outside the sun shone brightly above the street. The sky was a vivid blue and the air smelt clean in spite of the exhaust fumes and the people of the city. The day was warm.
They walked along the crowded street. Men of affairs with brief cases walked in and out of swinging glass doors. Younger men of affairs, wearing bowler hats and dark coats with darker velvet lapels, marched solemnly in the parade of business. The white-faced clerks squinted at the bright sun. Women secretaries walked together, admiring themselves in the windows. As they walked they talked to each other and to themselves.