"You are—happy?" he asked.
"I've not seen—him," evaded she. "Ever since I left Carrollton
I've been wandering about."
"Wandering about?" he repeated absently, his eyes busy with her appearance.
"And now," she went on, nervous and hurried, "I'm here in town—for a while."
"Then I may come to see you?"
"I'd be glad. I'm alone in a furnished room I've taken—out near
Lincoln Park."
"Alone! You don't mean you're still wandering?"
"Still wandering."
He laughed. "Well, it certainly is doing you no harm. The reverse." An embarrassed pause, then he said with returning politeness: "Maybe you'll dine with me this evening?"
She beamed. "I've been hoping you'd ask me."