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"Hullo, Gorgeous!"

It was the second time in that room that Rosamund had been made to jump. She nearly jumped off her chair, for she had heard no footsteps approaching and was considerably startled. A big, good-looking man was standing just inside the door and grinning at her.

"Sorry if I scared you. But I've been drinking you in for at least five minutes and thought it time to speak. Mrs. Gailey, I presume."

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Gailey," said Rosamund with dignity.

"Good-oh. Pleased to meet you. I'm supposed to be showing you the ropes. Sorry I wasn't here earlier, but even now I can't find my shoes."

He came forward into the room in his stockinged feet and sat down at the desk.

"Well," he said, looking hard at her, "this is a pleasant surprise."

"There's nothing to be surprised at."

"Oh, no—only somehow I'd expected somebody different. What made you take a job like this?"

"What made you take it?"

She did not know how to talk to him. She was not quite sure what sort of man he was. Why did he talk to her like this? She met his eyes, and they were brown and bright and piercing. He was rather like a hawk, with those eyes in his lean, strong face.