“What do you think of that young man?”
“He has a nice face. Of course he’s not the type one would expect to find driving a locomotive.”
“Pshaw!” said Fuller. “I’m not talking about his looks.”
“Nor am I, in the way you mean,” Ida rejoined. “I thought he looked honest, though perhaps reliable is nearest what I felt. Then he was very professional.”
Fuller nodded. “That’s what I like. The man who puts his job before what he gets for it naturally makes the best work. What do you think of his manner?”
“It was good; confident, but not assertive, with just the right note of deference,” Ida answered, and then laughed. “It rather broke down after he saw me.”
“That’s not surprising, anyhow. I expect he’s used to wearing different clothes and more of them when he meets stylish young women. It doesn’t follow that the young fellow isn’t human because he’s professional. However, I want to see what the boys are doing farther on.”