He spoke quickly and decidedly.
"Yes," said he, "just before this gentleman came in, a little boy, running, yes." "You did not see him come out while we were talking ?" asked Anderson.
"No, oh no." Carroll asked no further and left, with a good-day to Anderson, who scarcely returned it.

He jumped into his carriage, and the swift tap of the horse's feet died away on the macadam.
"Sugar ought to bring about two cents on a pound more," said the clerk to Anderson, returning to the office, and then he stopped short as Anderson started staring at an enormous advertisement picture which was stationed, partly for business reasons, partly for ornament, in a corner near the office door.

It was a figure of a gayly dressed damsel, nearly life-size, and was supposed by its blooming appearance to settle finally the merit of a new health food.
The other clerk, who was a young fellow, hardly more than a boy, had placed it there.

He had reached the first fever-stage of admiration of the other sex, and this gaudy beauty had resembled in his eyes a fair damsel of Banbridge whom he secretly adored.
Therefore he had ensconced it carefully in the corner near the office door, and often glanced at it with reverent and sheepish eyes of delight.

Anderson never paid any attention to the thing, but now for some reason he glanced at it in passing, and to his astonishment it moved.