"No. Continue. Total, $10,900. This year will be close to $12,000. Don't you think that's a reasonably good showing for an unencumbered man of twenty-seven?"
"Dictation—that last?"
"No, personal query, Penny to Betty."
"Yes, then, it is very good. You want this in memorandum form. Any carbons?"
"One carbon—in the form of a diamond—gift from Penny to Betty." Miss Sheridan settled back in her chair, tapped her pretty mouth with her pencil, and surveyed the blond young man. Her eyes were blue—frank, capable eyes.
"Penny, I like my work here——"
"I should hope so——"
"And I don't want to give it up."
"Then don't."
"I shall have to, Penny, if you don't stop breaking your word. It was a definite agreement, you know. You were not to propose to me, on any working day, before seven P.M. This is a proposal of course——"