"But we often have very hot days in October. I remember that last year—"
So they came to Palisade Walk and turned into it. Though the moon was not yet up, the effulgence of its approach made a halo above the city. Manhattan was a line of constellations the riverway a gulf of darkness in which were scattered stars. Along the parapet, shadowy couples, mostly lovers, formed little ghostly groups, while here and there was the point of light of a cigarette or cigar.
They came to a halt, Jennie leaning against one of the dragon's teeth, looking over at the city, Bob standing a little back from her.
"I've never been here at night before," he said. "I'd no idea it was so beautiful."
"We don't come very often ourselves. We live so near that I suppose we're used to it."
"We had some wonderful evenings at Sugar Maple Point; but that was another kind of thing."
She assembled her forces without turning to look at him or making any change in her tone.
"I suppose you talked to your mother while you were up there?"
"Oh, of course!"
"About me?"