The Day of Days Part 4
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A measure of self-possession--akin to the deadly coolness of the cornered rat--returned to the badgered little man.
"No," he said evenly--"ladies', if you please."
Scornfully Miss Brady impaled the back of her head with a lead pencil.
"Other end of the counter, please," she announced. "I don't handle ladies' gloves!"
"I'm sure of that," returned P. Sybarite meekly; left her standing; and presented himself for the inspection of the fair young woman with the pleasant manner, who was now free of her late customer.
She recognised him with surprise, but none the less with a friendly smile.
"Why, Mr. Sybarite--!"
In his hearing, her voice was rarest music. He gulped; stammered "Miss Lessing!" and was stricken dumb by perception of his effrontery.
"Can I do anything for you?"
He breathed in panic: "Gloves--"
"For a lady, Mr. Sybarite?"
He nodded as expressively as any automaton.
"What kind?"
"I--I don't know."
"For day or evening wear?"
He wagged a dismal head: "I don't know."
Amus.e.m.e.nt touched her eyes and lips so charmingly that he thought of the sea at dawn, rimpled by the morning breeze, gay with the laughter of young sunlight.
"Surely you must!" she insisted.
"No," he contended in stubborn melancholy.
"Oh, I see. You wish to make a present--?"
"I--ah--suppose so," he admitted under pressure--"yes."
"Evening gloves are always acceptable. Does she go often to the theatre?"
"I--don't know."
The least suspicion of perplexed frown knitted the eyebrows of Miss Lessing.
"Well ... is she old or young?"
"I--ah--couldn't say."
"Mr. Sybarite!" said the young woman with decision.
He fixed an apprehensive gaze to hers--which inclined to disapproval, if with reservations.
"Yes, Miss Lessing?"
"Do you really want to buy gloves?"
"No-o...."
"Then what under the sun _do_ you want?"
He noticed suddenly that, however impatient her tone, her eyes were still kindly. Eyes of luminous hazel brown they were, wide open and clear beneath dark and delicate brows; eyes that a.s.sorted oddly with her hair of pale, dull gold, rendering her prettiness both individual and distinctive.
Somehow he found himself more at ease.
"Please," he begged humbly, "show me some gloves--any kind--it doesn't matter--and pretend you believe I want to buy 'em. I don't really.
I--I only want--ah--word with you before you go home."
If this were impertinence, the girl elected quickly not to resent it.
She turned to the shelves behind her, took down a box or two, and opened them for his inspection.
"These are very nice," she suggested quietly.
"I think so, too." He grinned uneasily. "What I want to say is--will you be my guest at the theatre to-night?"
"I'm afraid I don't understand you," she said, replacing the gloves.
"With Miss Prim and George Bross," he amended hastily. "Somebody--a friend--sent me a box for 'Kismet.' I thought--possibly--you might care to go. It--it would give me great pleasure."
Miss Lessing held up another pair of gloves.
"These are three-fifty-nine," she said absently. "Why did you come here to ask me?"
"I--I was afraid you might make some other engagement for the evening."
He couldn't have served his cause more handsomely than by uttering just that transparent evasion. In a thought she understood: at their boarding-house he could have found no ready opportunity to ask her save in the presence of others; and he was desperately afraid of a refusal.
After all, he had reason to be: they were only table acquaintances of a few weeks' standing. It was most presumptuous of him to dream that she would accept....
On the other hand, he was (she considered gravely) a decent, manly little body, and had shown her more civility and deference than all the rest of the boarding-house and shop people put together. And she rather liked him and was reluctant to hurt his feelings; for she knew instinctively he was very sensitive.
Her eyes and lips softened winningly.
"It's so good of you to think of me," she said.
"You mean--you--you will come?" he cried, transported.
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