"Can I do anything for you?"
He breathed in panic: "Gloves—"
"For a lady, Mr. Sybarite?"
He nodded as expressively as any automaton.
"What kind?"
"I—I don't know."
"For day or evening wear?"
He wagged a dismal head: "I don't know."
Amusement touched her eyes and lips so charmingly that he thought of the sea at dawn, rimpled by the morning breeze, gay with the laughter of young sunlight.
"Surely you must!" she insisted.