And now that she had proved to herself that she had brains behind her face, she dropped her air of severity and even began to enjoy the glances which she knew were cast her way, on the streets and in the office.
Even on old Greesheimer, when he was in one of his genial moods, she would bestow a winning smile.

It was good to have both brains and face.
She looked at the city with challenging eyes, a self-supporting woman.
And this state of mind might have lasted some time, had it not happened that one sunny day toward the end of April Greesheimer opened a letter with eager trembling fingers, read it swiftly and glared with joy, his big glistening eyes nearly leaving their sockets.

Then he whirled around in his chair, and as his eye lit on Ethel, he laughed, and in a harsh queer voice he cried, "Vell?
Now you see?
I'm rich alreatty, I'm vell off! I got the Zimmerman contract--see! I can do vot I like! I got it! I got it!" He capered in triumphant glee, laughing again and seizing her arms.

"Vell, vot you say! Vy don't you speak?
By Gott, I raise your salary!" "Oh, Mr.Greesheimer!" she cried, half laughing.

"It's simply too wonderful for words!" "Ha--ha!" He still had her by the arms.