Bull gazed up at the building.
"You live here?" he asked at random.
Nancy nodded.
"Yes. It isn't much. But some day, maybe, I'll be able to afford a swell apartment with—"
"Sure you will," Bull agreed, as they passed up the steps to the entrance doors. "But meanwhile I mostly need your 'phone number of this," he added with a laugh.
The baggage was left to the porter's care, and they stood together in the hallway. Bull's youthful stature was overshadowing for all Nancy was tall. Somehow the girl was glad of it. She liked his height, and the breadth of his great shoulders, and the power of limbs his tweed suit was powerless to disguise.
She moved across to the porter's office and wrote down her 'phone number while the man looked on. But he only had eyes for the girl herself. At that moment her telephone number was the last thing he desired to think about.
She stood up and offered him the paper.
"You won't forget it that way," she said, with a smile.
"No."