For she wished him to — and because of his whispered words of the day before, she was sure that it would not be long, because he would not be able to resist it.
His eyes the night before had told her that.
Yet because of the impediments of this situation she knew that he must be having a difficult time thinking of any way by which he could say anything to her.
And still at certain moments she was glad, for there were such moments when she felt she needed the security which the presence of so many girls gave her.
And as she thought of all this, stamping at her desk along with the others, she suddenly discovered that a bundle of collars which she had already stamped as sixteens were not of that size but smaller.
She looked at it quickly and nervously, then decided that there was but one thing to do — lay the bundle aside and await comment from one of the foremen, including Clyde, or take it directly to him now — really the better way, because it prevented any of the foremen seeing it before he did.
That was what all the girls did when they made mistakes of any kind.
And all trained girls were supposed to catch all possible errors of that kind.
And yet now and in the face of all her very urgent desires she hesitated, for this would take her direct to Clyde and give him the opportunity he was seeking. But, more terrifying, it was giving her the opportunity she was seeking.
She wavered between loyalty to Clyde as a superintendent, loyalty to her old conventions as opposed to her new and dominating desire and her repressed wish to have Clyde speak to her — then went over with the bundle and laid it on his desk.
But her hands, as she did so, trembled.
Her face was white — her throat taut.
At the moment, as it chanced, he was almost vainly trying to calculate the scores of the different girls from the stubs laid before him, and was having a hard time of it because his mind was not on what he was doing.
And then he looked up.
And there was Roberta bending toward him.
His nerves became very taut, his throat and lips, dry, for here and now was his opportunity.
And, as he could see, Roberta was almost suffocating from the strain which her daring and self-deception was putting upon her nerves and heart.
“There’s been a distake” (she meant to say mistake) “in regard to this bundle upstairs,” she began. “I didn’t notice it either until I’d stamped nearly all of them.
They’re fifteen-and-a-half and I’ve stamped nearly all of them sixteen.
I’m sorry.”
Clyde noticed, as she said this, that she was trying to smile a little and appear calm, but her cheeks were quite blanched and her hands, particularly the one that held the bundle, trembled.
On the instant he realized that although loyalty and order were bringing her with this mistake to him, still there was more than that to it.
In a weak, frightened, and yet love-driven way, she was courting him, giving him the opportunity he was seeking, wishing him to take advantage of it.
And he, embarrassed and shaken for the moment by this sudden visitation, was still heartened and hardened into a kind of effrontery and gallantry such as he had not felt as yet in regard to her.
She was seeking him — that was plain.
She was interested, and clever enough to make the occasion which permitted him to speak.
Wonderful!
The sweetness of her daring.
“Oh, that’s all right,” he said, pretending a courage and a daring in regard to her which he did not feel even now.
“I’ll just send them down to the wash room and then we’ll see if we can’t restamp them.
It’s not our mistake, really.”
He smiled most warmly and she met his look with a repressed smile of her own, already turning and fearing that she had manifested too clearly what had brought her.
“But don’t go,” he added quickly.
“I want to ask you something.
I’ve been trying to get a word with you ever since Sunday.
I want you to meet me somewhere, will you?
There’s a rule here that says a head of a department can’t have anything to do with a girl who works for him — outside I mean.
But I want you to see me just the same, won’t you?
You know,” and he smiled winsomely and coaxingly into her eyes, “I’ve been just nearly crazy over you ever since you came in here and Sunday made it worse.
And now I’m not going to let any old rule come between me and you, if I can help it.
Will you?”
“Oh, I don’t know whether I can do that or not,” replied Roberta, who, now that she had succeeded in accomplishing what she had wished, was becoming terrorized by her own daring.
She began looking around nervously and feeling that every eye in the room must be upon her.
“I live with Mr. and Mrs. Newton, my friend’s sister and brother-in-law, you know, and they’re very strict.
It isn’t the same as if —” She was going to add
“I was home,” but Clyde interrupted her.
“Oh, now please don’t say no, will you?
Please don’t.
I want to see you.
I don’t want to cause you any trouble, that’s all. Otherwise I’d be glad to come round to your house.