"Certainly you may!"
"What is your address?"
"Two hundred and ten West Sixty-fourth Street."
He made a note of it.
"May I come the first evening?"
She laughed a delicious laugh—a laugh of pure joy. There was nothing of the coquette about Kasia. She was all woman.
"If you wish," she said.
"Thank you—I do wish. Besides, I shall have something to return to you."
"Hush!" she cautioned, with a frightened glance around. "Do not speak of it. And I must be going. We must not sit here so long together."
He sighed.