It's worse than that! "First you catch it in their eye and in their voice: 'Are you sure you're comfortable ?' 'Are you sure you're warm enough ?' 'Are you sure you don't feel a draft ?' That's Chapter One.
"Then they try to touch you--absent-mindedly putting their arms along the back of your chair, or taking your elbow to keep you from falling when you have to cross a doorsill or a curb-stone or some dangerous place like that.

That's always Chapter Two.
"And then they try to get you into a nice, secluded place, and kiss you.
Honestly, the sameness of it is enough to drive a girl wild.

Sometimes I say to myself, 'The next time a man looks at me that way and asks me if I feel a draft, I'm going to say, 'Oh, please let's dispense with Chapter Two and pass directly to the nice, secluded place.

It will be such a change from the usual routine!'" Mary laughed to herself at the recollection.
"If Vera's right," she thought, "he'll try to touch me next--perhaps the next time I come." It happened sooner than that.
After she had tied up the papers and carried them to the car, and had made a tour of the new buildings--Archey Forbes blushing like a sunset the moment he saw her--she returned to her motor which was waiting outside the office building.

Burdon must have been waiting for her.