A momentary embarrassment came upon them.
“Well, it was pleasant to catch a glimpse of you, again, Martin. If you’re ever in New York, ring me up. You know the office——”
“Well, say,—I don’t like to have you go away like this! I’d like to see something of you while you’re in town,—and talk over old times. There’s a lot of things I’ll bet we’d find interesting to tell one another.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” she said lightly.
“I got a business engagement for lunch unfortunately”; he scowled in troubled fashion. “I can’t very well get out of it.... You’re at the Bellevue? ... Well, how about dinner? Couldn’t we get together for dinner?”
“Why, I guess so. Yes,—that would be lovely,” said Jeannette with an air of careful consideration.
“I’ll bring my wife; Ruthie will be glad to meet you. You knew I married again, didn’t you?”
Jeannette’s expression did not alter by the quiver of an eyelash; she continued to regard Martin with smiling eyes.
“No, I hadn’t heard.... I didn’t suppose.... So you married, again?”
“Yes, I married a widow,—a widow with two kids: girl and a boy,—splendid youngsters.... Say, you got to see those kids; they’re Jim-dandies!”