“An’ that one?”
“Oh that—that’s only—”
“An old friend?” she assisted him.
“Yes,” he agreed, and his blushes appeared.
Fortunately, Erna’s back was turned. But she knew he was blushing, and her face lighted with pleasure. She examined other articles.
Carstairs asked quickly: “Won’t you take off your things?”
Slowly, she removed her coat and hat, and fixed her hair at a small looking glass. “Men use these things too,” she observed.
“Yes, we do,” he echoed, and put her things on the couch, where he likewise laid his own.
“Sit down,” he advised.
“Over here?”