"Gerard isn't. They say he is the quietest ever. Of course he's almost twenty-eight and used to it all."
The gentleman in question carefully unfastened his glove.
"Gerard seems to worry you," he commented.
"He does. I don't know just why, but he does."
"Well, don't let him. This is where you leave your machine?"
"Yes. I can't offer to take you wherever you are going, because I couldn't get back alone. I'm awfully obliged to you for coming in with me."
"Thanks for the ride." Gerard stepped out and offered his hand with a glance deliberately friendly. "Good-by; good luck for to-morrow and next day."
Rose dragged off his gauntlet and eagerly bent to give the clasp.
"Wait—you're not going like that?" he protested. "I'd like to see you again. You haven't told me your name."