He debated whether he should mention the meeting to Jenkins, and said on the whole that he would not do so. But he found Jenkins surprisingly urbane, and without conscious volition he was soon saying,—
"Guess who I came down with on the bus this morning."
Jenkins gave it up.
"Laura Roberts;" and then, seeing no look of comprehension on Jenkins' face, "You know, the cashier at the Crabtree."
"Oh—her!"
The stress was a little irritating.
"I saw her about a fortnight ago," Jenkins said.
"At the Crabtree?"
"Yes. Did she say anything to you about me?" The youth smiled.
"No. Why?"