He left the office that day at a little before twelve, and stood on the corner waiting for Miss Winthrop. They had lunched together every day during the week; but he had not mentioned meeting her to-day, because he had come to the conclusion that the only successful way to do that was to capture her. So she came out quite jauntily and confidently, and almost ran into him as he raised his hat.
She glanced about uneasily.
“Please––we mustn’t stand here.”
“Then I’ll walk a little way with you.”
So he accompanied her to the Elevated station, and then up the steps, and as near as she could judge purposed entering the train with her. He revealed no urgent business. He merely talked at random, as he had at lunch.
She allowed two trains to pass, and then said:––
“I must go home now.”
“It seems to me you are always on the point 163 of going home,” he complained. “What do you do after you get there?”
“I have a great many things to do,” she informed him.
“You have dinner?”