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He was the genie of that glittering lamp. Fenger about that." "Yes," pointing to a new conveyor, perhaps, "that has just been installed. It's a great help to us. Doubles our shipping-room efficiency. We used to use baskets, pulled by a rope. It's Mr. Fenger's idea." Efficiency, efficiency, efficiency.
She told herself that she must not allow her nerves to tease her like that. She looked about her, with outward calm. Her eyes met Fenger's. He was seated, alone. It was he who had got a subscription seat for her from a friend. She had said she preferred to be alone. She looked at him now and he at her, and they did not nod nor smile. The house settled itself flutteringly.
He watched the great presses that turned out the catalogue the catalogue whose message meant millions; he sat in Fenger's office and stared at the etchings, and said, "Certainly," with politeness, when Fenger excused himself in the midst of a conversation to pick up the telephone receiver and talk to their shoe factory in Maine.
Michael Fenger's voice over the telephone had been as vibrant with suppressed excitement as Michael Fenger's dry, hard tones could be. "Fanny, it's done finished," he said. "We had a meeting to-day. This is my last month with Haynes-Cooper." "But you can't mean it. Why, you ARE Haynes-Cooper. How can they let you go?" "I can't tell you now. We'll go over it all to-morrow. I've new plans.
"I guess Fenger's pleased, all right, if telegrams mean anything. Not that I know they're from him. But he said " But Fanny was looking up from one of them with a startled expression. "He's here. Fenger's here." "In New York?" asked Ella, rather dully. "Yes." She ripped open another letter. It was from Theodore. He was coming to New York in August. The Russian tour had been a brilliant success.
Fenger's face at sight of Mizzi, and Theodore with his violin, and Otti with her shawls and paraphernalia. Though," she added, seriously, "it's mighty kind of you, and generous and just like a man." "It isn't kindness nor generosity that makes me want to do things for you." "Modest," murmured Fanny, wickedly, "as always." Fenger bent his look upon her. "Don't try the ingenue on me, Fanny."
"And I'll always wear white," she promised, gayly, "and there'll be pitchers on every table, frosty on the outside, and minty on the inside, and you're all invited." They had laughed at that, and so had she, but she had been grimly in earnest just the same. She shook her head now at Fenger's suggestion. "Imagine Mrs.
Fanny attributed it to the reaction following the strain of the Christmas rush. One did not approach Fenger's office except by appointment. Fanny sent word to him of her return. For two days she heard nothing from him. Then the voice of the snuff-brown secretary summoned her. She did not have to wait this time, but passed directly through the big bright outer room into the smaller room.
And Fanny shook her head, "Thanks. You're awfully kind. But no." "Why not?" demanded Fenger, gruffly. "Perhaps because I'm tired. And there's something else I must do." Ella looked relieved. Fenger's eyes bored down upon Fanny, but she seemed not to feel them. She held out her hand. "You're going back to-morrow?" Fenger asked. "I'm not leaving until Thursday." "To-morrow, with Ella. Good-by.
Fanny seemed to thrive, to expand like a flower in the heat, when others wilted and shriveled. The spring catalogue was to be made up in October, as always, six months in advance. The first week in August Fanny asked for an interview with Fenger. Slosson was to be there. At ten o'clock she entered Fenger's inner office. He was telephoning something about dinner at the Union League Club.
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