"Oh—I beg your pardon!" Slender gloved fingers flew up, were nervously busy a moment. She removed her veil and sat as though awaiting his comment. None came.
After a moment's pause she said: "Did you wish—my name and address?"
He nodded, still looking intently at her.
"Miss West," she said, calmly. He wrote it down.
"Is that all? Just 'Miss West'?"
"Valerie West—if that is custom—necessary."
He wrote "Valerie West"; and, as she gave it to him, he noted her address.
"Head and shoulders?" he asked, quietly.
"Yes," very confidently.
"Figure?"