Tucker and Miss Hinkle listening with anxious
faces. "It's him!" whispered Ellen," and there's a taxi, too."
It was decided that Ellen should go to the door, that as she
opened it Susan should come carelessly from the back room and
advance along the hall. And this program was carried out with
the result that as Gideon said, "Is Miss Sackville here?" Miss
Sackville appeared before his widening, wondering, admiring
eyes. He was dressed in the extreme of fashion and costliness
in good taste; while it would have been impossible for him to
look distinguished, he did look what he was--a prosperous
business man with prospects. He came perfumed and rustling.
But he felt completely outclassed--until he reminded himself
that for all her brave show of fashionable lady she was only a
model while he was a fifteen-thousand-a-year man on the way to
a partnership.
"Don't you think we might dine on the veranda at Sherry's?"
suggested he. "It'd be cool there."
At sight of him she had nerved herself, had keyed herself up
toward recklessness. She was in for it. She would put it
through. No futile cowardly shrinking and whimpering! Why not
try to get whatever pleasure there was a chance for?
But--Sherry's--was it safe? Yes, almost any of the Fifth
Avenue places--except the Waldorf, possibly--was safe enough.
The circuit of Spenser and his friends lay in the more Bohemian
Broadway district.
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