"At four!"
"All right."
"I'll see to it."
"Thank you." There was a pause.
"Is there any special cemetery? You have any preference?" he asked.
"I don't know any in New York." And again there was a silence.
"You haven't been here long," he said.
"You'll be going back now to your home, I suppose."
"I haven't any."
"Oh," he said. She glanced up and saw a gleam of uneasiness in his steady tired eyes. She shrank a little.