" Peter was smiling down at
her.
Miss D'Alloi looked up at Peter, to see what meaning his face gave his
last remark. Then she held out her two hands. "Of course we are to be
the best of friends," she said. Peter got a really good look down into
those eyes as they shook hands.
The moment this matter had been settled, Leonore's manner changed. "So
this is the office of the great Peter Stirling?" she said, with the
nicest tone of interest in her voice, as it seemed to Peter.
"It doesn't look it," said Watts. "By George, with the business people
say your firm does, you ought to do better than this. It's worse even
than our old Harvard quarters, and those were puritanical enough."
"There is a method in its plainness. If you want style, go into Ogden's
and Rivington's rooms."
"Why do you have the plain office, Mr. Stirling?"
"I have a lot of plain people to deal with, and so I try to keep my room
simple, to put them at their ease. I've never heard of my losing a
client yet, because my room is as it is, while I should have frightened
away some if I had gone in for the same magnificence as my partners.
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