She smiled grimly at the thought of what made her cheeks glow, and languidly loosened the buttons of her jacket.
“I suppose you’re very busy, you lawyer man?” she inquired.
“Yes—but not too busy to attend to anything you want.”
“Oh, I didn’t come on business,” she said, lightly. “I was out walking and merely sauntered in.”
“Well, I appreciate that all the more,” he said, in an altered tone, twisting his chair about. “I’m more than delighted.” She judged she was getting on well from the way his professionalism had dropped off.
“Yes, I get tired of talking to uncle and Mr. McNamara. They treat me as though I were a little girl.”
“When do you take the fatal step?”
“What step do you mean?”
“Your marriage. When does it occur? You needn’t hesitate,” he added. “McNamara told me about it a month ago.”
He felt his throat gingerly at the thought, but his eyes brightened when she answered, lightly: