"That's the very one," says I.
"Hah!" says she. "Then perhaps Marie will explain to me later. For the present, M'sieur, I leave you."
"Sorry if I've put you in bad, Miss Stribble," says I, as the Madame sweeps out.
"Oh, that's all right," says Mame, tossin' her chin. "She'll get over it. And, anyway, I was takin' a chance."
"So I noticed," says I. "What was the big idea, though?"
"Just sizin' up the people who pass by," says Mame. "It's grand sport havin' 'em stretch their necks at you and thinkin' you're just a dummy. I got onto it one day while I was changin' a model. Course, it cuts into my lunch time, and I have to sneak a dress out of stock, but it's kind of fun."
"'Specially when you've got one particular young gent coming to watch regular, eh?" I suggests.
That seems to give her sort of a jolt and for a second she stares at me, bitin' her upper lip. "Who do you mean, now?" she asks.
"He has a chin dimple and his name's Crosby Rhodes," says I. "You've put the spell on him for fair, too. He's out front, waiting to meet you."
"Oh, is he?" says Mame, lettin' on not to care. "And yet when he was livin' in one of our apartments he passed me every day without seein' me at all."