He was hopelessly entangled and had to stop. She came unobtrusively to his aid.
“I think I understand you,” she said. “It’s delightful to be appreciated by—those whom you appreciate.”
For the fourth time in ten minutes her eyes were veiled by her lashes. It’s a fascinating trick when the rest of the countenance is in complete harmony with it.
The opportunity already partially grasped was taking on substance and a definite outline. Something whispered to Barry that he should take a firmer hold. He leaned across the table toward the charming secretary, and started in again.
“A—speaking for myself,” he said, “I may say I’ve admired a good many women, but I’ve never admired anybody quite so much as I do you.”
Well spoken, Barry! She couldn’t fail to understand that. That she did understand it was evidenced by the deepening flush in her cheeks, by the nervous tapping of her finger-tips on the surface of the table, by the slight tremulousness in her voice as she asked:
“What is there to admire about me, Mr. Malleson?”
“Your beauty, for one thing,” answered Barry promptly.
“I thought I was very plain.”