“Maybe it’s a lot more important to you than it is to her,” she replied.
“But––”
“You can leave your name and address, and I’ll write to her,” she offered.
“Look here,” Don said desperately. “Do you want to know what my business is with her?”
“It’s none of my business, but––”
“I want to ask her to marry me,” he broke in. “That’s a respectable business, isn’t it?”
He reached in his pocket and drew out a bill. He slipped it into her hand.
“Want to marry her?” exclaimed the woman. “Well, now, I wouldn’t stand in the way of that. Will you step in while I get the address?”
“I’ll wait here. Only hurry. There may be a late train.”
She was back in a few seconds, holding a slip of paper in her hand.