"Hello," I answered, shyly fingering my hair.
I looked about for the wonderful something which I had come to see. There was nothing, only the hall and Theodore Otway still with his hands in his pockets. Strange to say he seemed embarrassed. He fidgeted. He talked in jerks.
"I saw you in church," he said, suddenly.
I nodded at him.
"I saw you, too," I confessed, with a shamefaced smile.
He came a step nearer, and hesitated.
"Say," he said, "I don't live in this house when I'm home."
"No?" I answered, inquiringly.
"No," he replied, seriously.