"How do you know he was her sweetheart? She may have a dozen others," said the wiser Katharine.
"No, I'm positive. Didn't you see how he put his hand over hers right there in the office before us? And she let him. She isn't the kind of girl that lets a man do things like that unless she's engaged to him. My! But his eyes were handsome. He looked down at her as if he just could eat her. Well, I don't blame him. She is sweet. She's precious! I wish she lived where we could know her. I've got a crush on her myself, and I think he's a humdinger. I'd like to be bridesmaid at the wedding!"
Said R. H. Oliver suddenly as he yanked his car out of swift collision with a truck:
"Gloria, I wish you wouldn't talk any more if you've got to converse like a fool! For heaven's sake stop it!"
Just what heaven had to do with her guileless chatter Gloria didn't understand, but she knew when her father spoke in that tone it was time to cease, so Gloria sat back and dreamed of a day when a knight similar to Nelson Whitney would come riding her way, and hold her own fluttering hand, and look into her thrilled eyes, and carry her off into a world of loveliness.
Nelson Whitney led his beloved out of that office just as soon as the law of politeness allowed.
Just an instant, he had paused beside Mrs. Sheldon as he passed her.
"Is there any special time when you would like to have us meet you at the hotel?" he asked in an undertone.
But it was Mrs. Dunlap who heard and who handed him a card upon which she had been scribbling.
"Any time you like," she said in a tone for his ears alone. "Mrs. Sheldon needs to rest, and I'll see that she does. Just ring up the room when you get back and let us know the program. I'll stay till you get back at least."