At five o’clock, when Ardessa rose to go, the business manager said breezily:
“See you at nine in the morning, Miss Devine. We begin on the stroke.”
Ardessa faded out of the door, and Miss Kalski’s slender back squirmed with amusement.
“I never thought to hear such words spoken,” she admitted; “but I guess she’ll limber up all right. The atmosphere is bad over there. They get moldy.”
After the next monthly luncheon of the heads of departments, O’Mally said to Henderson, as he feed the coat-boy:
“By the way, how are you making it with the bartered bride?”
Henderson smashed on his Panama as he said:
“Any time you want her back, don’t be delicate.”
But O’Mally shook his red head and laughed.