"
"Don't be ridiculous. Why should I be?"
"Because I say aloud the things you daren't let yourself
think. If I were to promise not to talk about anything but
flannel bands----"
"Will you promise?"
"No. But I'm going to meet you at the clock at the Grand
Central Station fifteen minutes before train time. I don't
care if every infants' wear manufacturer in New York had a
prior claim on your time. You may as well be there, because
if you're not I'll get on the train and stay on as far as
Albany. Take your choice."
He was there before her. Fanny, following the wake of a
redcap, picked him at once from among the crowd of clock-
waiters. He saw her at the same time, and started forward
with that singularly lithe, springy step which was, after
all, just the result of perfectly trained muscles in
coordination. He was wearing New York clothes--the right
kind, Fanny noted.
Their hands met. "How well you look," said Fanny, rather
lamely.
"It's the clothes," said Heyl, and began to revolve slowly,
coyly, hands out, palms down, eyelids drooping, in delicious
imitation of those ladies whose business it is to revolve
thus for fashion.
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