"Yes; I'm general manager now at Finley's."
"I'm so glad. Married?"
"Not while there's a Hester Bevins on earth."
She started at her own name.
"How do you know I'm not married?"
"I—I know—" he said, reddening up.
"Isn't there some place we can talk, Gerald? I've thirty minutes before my friends call for me."
"'Thirty minutes?'"
"Your rooms? Haven't you rooms or a room where we could go and sit down?"
"Why—why, no, Hester," he said, still red. "I'd rather you didn't go there. But here. Let's stop in at the St. James Hotel. There's a parlor."