“Where are you off to, in such a hurry?” he asked, “I’ve been trying to catch you up for a long time.”
“Still living up-town?”
“No; down in Washington Square.”
He couldn’t endure to let go of her hand, he couldn’t endure the thought of losing her; the tenderness and affection he had felt for her two years ago came back a hundredfold now. A tenderness that wrung his heart. To see her so shabby, so thin, so anxious, and still with her lovely, luminous grey eyes....
“Can’t I walk with you part of the way?” he asked.
“I was going in the ‘L’,” she said, doubtfully.
“But you’re not in a hurry?... Have you had lunch?”
“Oh, I couldn’t!”
“Nonsense! Come on!”