“If—if you’d like ... to-morrow ... in the Fifth Avenue Library...?”
Again he was surprised, amazed at this sudden and anxious invitation. But he politely concealed his surprise.
“Nothing I’d like better,” he said. “What time?”
“About three?”
“I’ll be there!” he assured her. “Just where?”
“Oh ... that hall that goes down to the circulating room....”
He stretched out his hand to ring the bell.
“But you haven’t told me your name!” he said.
“Oh! Rosaleen!” she said. “Rosaleen—Humbert.”