The next moment, the operator’s voice came with a bit of laugh.
“Are you there, Mr. Harleston?”
“I’m here.”
“Well, your man was a woman—and she was accidentally deliberately careful that I shouldn’t see her face.”
“H-u-m!” said Harleston. “Young or old?”
“She’s got ripples enough on her gown to be sixty, and figure enough to be twenty.”
“Slender?”
“Yes; a perfect peach!”
“How’s her walk?”
“As if the ground was all hers.”