“What is her name?” he then inquired.
“Helen Bailey,” replied Lawton, smiling. “She is the most capable girl in our employ.”
“She is a very beautiful girl, too,” Nick observed.
“And as good as she is beautiful,” Lawton said, with a nod. “The man who gets her for a wife, Nick, will get a treasure.”
“Where does she live?”
“She boards in Lexington Avenue.”
“With her parents?”
“No. Both are dead. She has only a brother, I believe, who—well, I know very little about him. Why are you so interested in the girl?” Lawton added, laughing. “You’re not smitten with her beauty, Nick, are you?”
Nick smiled and shook his head; then arose to go. As he passed out he glanced again through the glass partition at the several girls at the switchboards.
Helen Bailey had resumed her work as if nothing had occurred.