“Perhaps I cannot explain, for it may be that I do not quite know myself.”
This was strange, and Frank feared she was trying to evade the point by an adroit turn.
“And you will not permit me to take you home?”
“I have no real home in New York; I’m simply stopping here for the time.”
“You will not allow me to take you to your stopping-place?”
“I think you had better not, Mr. Merriwell.”
“It is for you to choose; but there is much we might talk about, and——”
“Yes, yes—but—no—I will not!”
She had seemed to waver for a moment. Frank’s thoughts flew swiftly. They were approaching Forty-second Street.
“Then, if you will not do that,” he said, “here is Shanley’s, just ahead, and we can go in there.”