Morris was standing at the window watching the rain beat upon the asphalt in the narrow street outside. He turned quickly as he heard her step.
“You are a brave man to venture out in a storm like this! Of course, you knew that our excursion is off? Captain Pollock telephoned that we’d wait until a better day.”
“I understood so. But I was keyed to vacation pitch and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I came,—if I didn’t stay very long.”
“Oh, of course,—if you don’t stay very long; but you needn’t stand—all the time!”
“You wouldn’t have had me keep my office a dreary afternoon like this. It’s rather cheerless in our office on rainy days, I should like you to know.”
“But I’ve heard that the office is picturesque. You ought to give a tea or do something of that sort, so that the rest of us, who daren’t go down otherwise, may see it.”
“You should make the suggestion to Mr. Carr when he gets home. It would have weight coming from you.”
“I can’t imagine it! The firm would probably lose all its clients if a social function were held there.”
“I see that you’re not really interested in us; you’re afraid of the microbes. I suppose our old office must have a lot of them.”
They both laughed at the inanity of their talk. The room was chilly, and she rose and found the matches on the mantel.