“Only when I rest my weight upon it.  I think I will be able to walk in a minute or two.”

“If I can be of any further service,” suggested the young man, “I will call a cab, or—­”

“Thank you,” said the girl, softly but heartily.  “I am sure you need not trouble yourself any further.  It was so awkward of me.  And my shoe heels are horridly common-sense; I can’t blame them at all.”

Chandler looked at the girl and found her swiftly drawing his interest.  She was pretty in a refined way; and her eye was both merry and kind.  She was inexpensively clothed in a plain black dress that suggested a sort of uniform such as shop girls wear.  Her glossy dark-brown hair showed its coils beneath a cheap hat of black straw whose only ornament was a velvet ribbon and bow.  She could have posed as a model for the self-respecting working girl of the best type.

A sudden idea came into the head of the young architect.  He would ask this girl to dine with him.  Here was the element that his splendid but solitary periodic feasts had lacked.  His brief season of elegant luxury would be doubly enjoyable if he could add to it a lady’s society.  This girl was a lady, he was sure—­her manner and speech settled that.  And in spite of her extremely plain attire he felt that he would be pleased to sit at table with her.

These thoughts passed swiftly through his mind, and he decided to ask her.  It was a breach of etiquette, of course, but oftentimes wage-earning girls waived formalities in matters of this kind.  They were generally shrewd judges of men; and thought better of their own judgment than they did of useless conventions.  His ten dollars, discreetly expended, would enable the two to dine very well indeed.  The dinner would no doubt be a wonderful experience thrown into the dull routine of the girl’s life; and her lively appreciation of it would add to his own triumph and pleasure.

“I think,” he said to her, with frank gravity, “that your foot needs a longer rest than you suppose.  Now, I am going to suggest a way in which you can give it that and at the same time do me a favour.  I was on my way to dine all by my lonely self when you came tumbling around the corner.  You come with me and we’ll have a cozy dinner and a pleasant talk together, and by that time your game ankle will carry you home very nicely, I am sure.”

The girl looked quickly up into Chandler’s clear, pleasant countenance.  Her eyes twinkled once very brightly, and then she smiled ingenuously.

“But we don’t know each other—­it wouldn’t be right, would it?” she said, doubtfully.

“There is nothing wrong about it,” said the young man, candidly.  “I’ll introduce myself—­permit me—­Mr. Towers Chandler.  After our dinner, which I will try to make as pleasant as possible, I will bid you good-evening, or attend you safely to your door, whichever you prefer.”

“But, dear me!” said the girl, with a glance at Chandler’s faultless attire.  “In this old dress and hat!”