Only one remark of his had annoyed her.

Like the woman in the employment bureau, he had warned Ethel against men.
"When it comes to looks," he had ended, "you're one in a thousand.

And in this town--" "Oh, Joe, for goodness sake hush up!" she had cried.

A bright spot of colour had come in each cheek and her strong little mouth had set viciously.

"You'll be telling me next that I got my position simply on my pretty face! No brains behind it, of course, no mind!" And she had tapped one foot on the floor in a way which made him look at her in a curious manner, startled and admiring.
"Oh, no, I won't," he had told her meekly.