noon
Miss Gabus was looking on ; the office force stood by , and the day 's work was waiting to be done . Davidge went to his desk tremulous ; Mamise to her typewriter . She hammered out a devil 's tattoo on it , and he devoured estimates and commercial correspondence , while an aromatic haze enveloped them both as truly as if they had been faun and nymph in a bosky glade . Miss Gabus played Mrs. Grundy all morning and at the noon hour made a noble effort to rescue Mamise from any opportunity to cast an evil spell over poor Mr. Davidge . Women have a wonderful pity for men that other women cultivate ! Yet all that Miss Gabus said to Miss Webling was : `` Goin ' to lunch now , Mi ' Swebling ? '' And all that Miss Webling said was : `` Not just yet -- thank you . ''