Her figure was plump, but exceedingly graceful, and every curve was enhanced by the charming simplicity of her garments.
“Oh, thank you!” he said politely, as she laid the papers upon the desk, and at the same time he looked admiringly at her small white hand and taper fingers.
“You copy very neatly and accurately, Miss Marlowe,” he said quickly, as she was about to turn respectfully and leave him.
“Thank you, sir,” said the beautiful girl, blushing. “I am very glad, indeed, that I please you. It is my first position and I am naturally a little nervous.”
“You have never worked in an office before, then,” said the old lawyer, glancing her over critically. “Well, you are doing nicely, and Sands tells me you are very rapid.”
“I do manage the typewriter very easily, sir,” said the young girl, smiling, “and I am studying very hard. I shall soon be a stenographer.”
“Then I’ll have you in here where I can dictate to you,” said the lawyer, quickly.
“By Jove! What a treat that will be after two years of Miss Dixon!”
His extraordinary manner astonished the girl a little, but after a moment of embarrassment she managed to stammer: