from?" Baldwin looked up at him without smiling. "Look Mr. Baldwin I know it's awful rude, but may I sit down at your table a second. There's somebody looking for me who i just cant meet. O God that mirror! Still they'd never look for me if they saw you."
"Miss Oglethorpe this is Stanwood Emery, the son of the senior partner in our firm."
"Oh it's so wonderful to meet you Miss Oglethorpe. I saw you last night, but you didn't see me."
"Did you go to the show?"
"I almost jumped over the foots I thought you were so wonderful."
He had a ruddy brown skin, anxious eyes rather near the bridge of a sharp fragillycut nose, a big mouth never still, wavy brown hair that stood straight up. Ellen looked from one to the other inwardly giggling. They were all three stiffening in their chairs.
"I saw the danderine lady this afternoon," she said. "She impressed me enormously. Just my idea of a great lady on a white horse."
"With rings on her finger and bells on her toes, And she shall make mischief wherever she goes." Stan rattled it off quickly under his breath.
"Music, isnt it?" put in Ellen laughing. "I always say mischief."
"Well how's college?" asked Baldwin in a dry uncordial voice.
"I guess it's still there," said Stan blushing. "I wish they'd burn it down before I got back." He got to his feet. "You must excuse me Mr. Baldwin. . . . My intrusion was infernally rude." As he turned leaning towards Ellen she smelled his grainy whiskey breath. "Please forgive it, Miss Oglethorpe."
She found herself holding out her hand; a dry skinny hand squeezed it hard. He strode out with swinging steps bumping into a waiter as he went.
"I cant make out that infernal young puppy," burst out Baldwin. "Poor old Emery's heartbroken about it. He's