“Will anybody else be there?”
“Oh no!”
“It’s over there on Fourteenth Street somewhere, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t mind,” she said.
Joy and excitement overwhelmed him. He could not speak. And he had imagined all along that it would be so difficult to induce her to come. He did not know what to say.
“Do we cross here?” she suggested.
“Yes,” he said in a low tone.
The need of politeness forced itself upon him. Timidly, he took her arm and led her across the street. As a matter of fact, it was she, who was so much stronger and more daring than he, who had done the leading. They reached the opposite side, and walked along in silence. After a minute or so, they approached an old building.
“Here it is,” he declared nervously and let go her arm.