He was leisurely writing in his note book under her name:
"Height, medium; eyes, a dark brown; hair, thick, lustrous, and brown; head, unusually beautiful; throat and neck, perfect—"
He stopped writing and lifted his eyes:
"How much of your time is taken ahead, I wonder?"
"What?"
"How many engagements have you? Is your time all cut up—as I fancy it is?"
"N-no."
"Could you give me what time I might require?"
"I think so."
"What I mean, Miss West, is this: suppose that your figure is what I have an idea it is; could you give me a lot of time ahead?"