"I don't know about that, either. We lunched at Rector's to-day.
That don't look like it's off, does it? Four sixty-five, including
the tip. She don't look twenty-nine, does she?"

"I've never noticed her."

"Never--well, holy mackerel! You must be blind then. She says she's
seen you in the elevator a thousand times. Never noticed HER? Gee!"

"I mean, I've never noticed anyone who looked less than twenty-nine.
By the way, do you ever see Mr. Rigby? I believe she is in his
office."

"I don't go to Rigby's any more," said Eddie, with sudden stiffness.
"He's a cheap skate."

"I HEARD he threw you out of the office one day," with a dry cackle.

"He did not! We couldn't agree in certain things regarding the
Bansemer affair, that's all. I told him to go to the devil, or
words to that effect."

"Something loose about your testimony, I believe, wasn't there?"

"Oh, the whole thing doesn't amount to a whoop. I'm trying to get
Rosie another job. She oughtn't to write in there with that guy."

"Well, you're twenty-one. Why don't you open an office of your own?
Your mother's got plenty of money. She can buy you a library and
a sign, and that is all a young lawyer needs in Chicago."