Beth Norvell - Page 16/177

Albrecht, looking not unlike a fat hog newly shaven, sauntered out of

the open office door, and stared idly about. He spoke a gracious word

or two to his rather silent utility man, viewing his well-cut clothing

with some apparent misgiving, finally drifting over to join the more

congenial group beyond. Winston did not alter his chosen position, but

remained with watchful eyes never long straying from off the ladies'

entrance, a few steps to his left. All at once that slightly used door

opened, and the hot blood leaped through his veins as Miss Norvell

stepped forth unaccompanied. She appeared well groomed, looking dainty

enough in her blue skirt and jacket, her dark hair crowned by the

tasteful blue toque, a prayer-book clasped in one neatly gloved hand.

As she turned unconsciously toward the steps, Winston lifted his hat

and bowed. With a quick upward glance of surprise the girl recognized

him, a sudden flush crimsoning her cheeks, her eyes as instantly

dropping before his own. In that sudden revelation the young man

appeared to her an utterly different character from what she had

formerly considered him; the miracle of good clothing, of environment,

had suddenly placed them upon a level of companionship. That Winston

likewise experienced something of this same exaltation was plainly

evident, although his low voice trembled in momentary excitement.

"I trust you will pardon my presumption," he said, taking the single

step necessary to face her, "but I confess having been deliberately

waiting here to request the privilege of walking to church beside you."

"Beside me? Indeed!" and both lips and eyes smiled unreservedly back

at him. "And how did you chance to guess it was my intention to

attend? Is it a peculiarity of leading ladies?"

"As to that I cannot safely say, my acquaintance among them being

limited." He was acquiring fresh confidence from her cordial manner.

"But I chanced to overhear your questioning the clerk last night, and

the bold project at once took possession of me. Am I granted such

permission?"

Her dark eyes wandered from their early scrutiny of his eager face

toward that small group of interested smokers beyond. What she may

have beheld there was instantly reflected in a pursing of the lips, a

swift decision.

"I shall be delighted to have your company," she responded, frankly

meeting his eyes, "but longer delay will probably make us late, and I

abominate that."

As they passed down the steps to the street Winston caught a glimpse of

the others. They were all intently gazing after them, while Mooney had

even risen to his feet and taken a step forward, his cigar still in his

mouth. Then the group behind laughed loudly, and the younger man set

his teeth, his cheeks flushed from sudden anger. He would have enjoyed

dashing back up the steps, and giving those grinning fools a

much-needed lesson, but he glanced aside at his companion, her eyes

downcast, seemingly utterly unconscious of it all, and gripped himself,

walking along beside her, erect and silent. They traversed the entire

deserted block without speaking, each busied indeed with the

intricacies of the board walk. Then Winston sought to break the

somewhat embarrassing silence, his first words sounding strangely

awkward and constrained.