“Very well, Maisie. You spoke of a convent. That’s a splendid idea. A convent’s the very place for Tamea. I wonder where I might find a good one.”
Maisie brightened perceptibly. “I’ll look one up for you.”
She gave him her hand and he pressed it tenderly. “You’re mighty sweet,” he murmured. “I do appreciate you tremendously. Good night, dear.”
Instantly there was in her face a flash of the Maisie of yesterday, the light he had seen there when he kissed her. “Good night, booby,” she whispered. “Think of me once in a while.”
“I think of you more frequently than that.”
“I’m glad.”
“You nuisance! You interfere with my conduct of business.”
“I rejoice in my mendacity. You might walk to the elevator with me, Dan.”
He did, and they talked there five minutes longer before Maisie finally left him.