He noted her shoes, which were button patent leather with cloth tops; her gloves, which were glace black kid with white stitching at the back and fastened by dark-gamet buttons; the coral necklace worn on this occasion, and her yellow and red velvet rose.

Evidently a trig and hopeful widow, even if so recently bereaved.
"Let me see," mused Mr.Sluss, "where are you living?
Just let me make a note of your address.

This is a very nice letter from Mr.Barry.
Suppose you give me a few days to think what I can do?
This is Tuesday.
Come in again on Friday.

I'll see if anything suggests itself." He strolled with her to the official door, and noted that her step was light and springy.

At parting she turned a very melting gaze upon him, and at once he decided that if he could he would find her something.
She was the most fascinating applicant that had yet appeared.
The end of Chaffee Thayer Sluss was not far distant after this.