The girl scowled slightly.
»Certainly. Of course....«
»And my waistcoat? It's so tight.«
The girl did not answer, but merely shrugged her shoulders.
»Here is my pocket-book ... and money. Will you be so good as to take care of them for me?«
»You had better leave them at the office. We always deposit such things there.«
»Why?« He looked at the girl, and turned aside in confusion. »Oh, of course ... but that's silly!«
»But do you know how much you have on you? Some people don't know, and then afterwards....«
»I understand. Quite. You desire....«
He lay down, politely leaving room for her by the wall. And enchanting sleep, spaciously smiling, came and nestled with its downy cheek against his, gently fondled him, stroking his knees, and mercifully settling to rest with its soft, velvety head on his shoulder. He smiled.