For the life of me, at that moment I could not tell whether to leave the
room in a fit of angry disgust or to accept the ludicrous side of the
situation and laugh. Fortunately for me, perhaps, I caught Eve's eye, in
which there was more than the suspicion of a twinkle. I chose, therefore,
the latter alternative. Mr. Moss watched us for a moment curiously.
"What might your line be, guvnor?" he asked as he set down his glass.
"Oh, anything that's going," I replied carelessly. "City work is rather my
specialty."
"I know!" Mr. Moss exclaimed quickly. "Slap-up offices; thousands of
letters a day full of postal orders; shutters up suddenly--and bunco! Fine
appearance for the job!" he added admiringly.
Eve sat down and began to laugh softly to herself. She had a habit of
laughing almost altogether with her eyes in a way that expressed more
genuine enjoyment than anything I have ever realized. She rocked herself
gently backward and forward. Mr. Moss looked at us both a little
suspiciously.
"Seem to be missing the joke a bit--I do!" he remarked.
Eve sat up and was instantly grave.
"It is your clear-sighted way of putting things," she explained softly.
"You seem to understand people so thoroughly.
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