Fanny's early training had proved
invaluable more than once in the last two years.
Nevertheless, she was rather flustered, for her, as the
elevator took her down to the main floor. She told
herself it was not the contemplation of the voyage itself
that thrilled her. It was the fact that here was another
step definitely marking her progress.
Heyl, looking incredibly limp, was leaning against a gaudy
marble pillar, his eyes on the downcoming elevators. Fanny
saw him just an instant before he saw her, and in that
moment she found herself wondering why this boy (she felt
years older than he) should look so fantastically out of
place in this great, glittering, feverish hotel lobby. Just
a shy, rather swarthy Jewish boy, who wore the right kind of
clothes in the wrong manner--then Heyl saw her and came
swiftly toward her.
"Hello, Fan!"
"Hello, Clancy!" They had not seen each other in six
months.
"Anybody else going down with you?"
"No. Ella Monahan had a last-minute business appointment,
but she promised to be at the dock, somehow, before the boat
leaves.
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