trouble with you business women. You're killing the
gallantry of a nation. Some day one of you will get up and
give me a seat in a subway----"

"I'll punish you for that, Clancy. If you want the Jane
Austen thing I'll accommodate. I'll drop my handkerchief,
gloves, bag, flowers and fur scarf at intervals of five
minutes all the way downtown. Then you may scramble around
on the floor of the cab and feel like a knight."

Fanny had long ago ceased to try to define the charm of this
man. She always meant to be serenely dignified with him.
She always ended by feeling very young, and, somehow,
gloriously carefree and lighthearted. There was about him a
naturalness, a simplicity, to which one responded in kind.

Seated beside her he turned and regarded her with
disconcerting scrutiny.

"Like it?" demanded Fanny, pertly. And smoothed her veil,
consciously.

"No."

"Well, for a man who looks negligee even in evening clothes
aren't you overcritical?"

"I'm not criticizing your clothes. Even I can see that that
hat and suit have the repressed note that means money. And
you're the kind of woman who looks her best in those plain