Of course, that was absurd.

He was right in his prime, youth sang through his veins at this moment, and yet--she must like him, he must have somehow impressed her.

That was fortunate, in view of her relations with Henry Nelson; luck was coming his way, and she would undoubtedly prove useful.

The last thing Calvin Gray contemplated was a sentimental woman complication, but on account of this girl's peculiar knowledge it seemed to him the part of wisdom to cultivate her--to see as much of her as possible.
"If you will come over to the office, I'll show you how I think that pool lies," Barbara was saying, and Gray came to with a start.
It was midafternoon when he left the Parker office--at least he thought it must be midafternoon until he consulted his watch and discovered that, to all intents and purposes, he had completely lost two hours.

An amazing loss, truly.