But whatever it was, he felt it to be enormous and staggering.
And he meant to find out.

Weary as was his mind, it grasped peculiar significances and deep portents.
"Lorna, where do you work ?" he began, shifting his interest.
"At Swann's," she replied.
"In the office--at the foundry ?" he asked.
"No.

Mr.Swann's at the head of the leather works." "What do you do ?" "I type letters," she answered, and rose to make him a little bow that held the movement and the suggestion of a dancer.
"You've learned stenography ?" he asked, in surprise.
"I'm learning shorthand," replied Lorna.

"You see I had only a few weeks in business school before Dick got me the job." "Dick Swann?
Do you work for him ?" "No.

For the superintendent, Mr.Fryer.But I go to Dick's office to do letters for him some of the time." She appeared frank and nonchalant, evidently a little proud of her important position.