"Poor Carolyn!" said Medora presently. "How fluttered and inefficient she
was! A good secretary--in a routine way--but so lacking in initiative and
self-possession!"
Cope's look tended to become a stare. He thought that Carolyn had been in
pretty fair control of herself,--had been less fluttery and excited,
indeed, than her employer.
But Medora had been piqued, the night before, by Carolyn's tendency to
linger on the scene and to help skim the emotional cream from the
situation.
"And in such dishabille, too! I hope you don't think she seemed immodest?"
But Cope had given small heed to their dress, or to their lack of it. In
fact, he had noticed little if any difference between them. He only knew
that he had felt a degree more comfortable after getting his own coat on.
"Carolyn understands her place pretty well," mused Medora. "Yet..."
"Anybody might be excused for looking anyhow, at such a time," observed
Cope, fending off the intrusion of a new set of considerations; "and in
such a sudden stir. I hope nobody noticed how I looked!"
"Well, you were noticeable," declared Medora, with some archness.
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