“I don’t want a sandwich,” he protested.
“Please hurry.”
So she waited there until he came back with his lunch, and then she held out her hand to him.
“To-morrow you go to the old place,” she said, “and I’ll come here.”
CHAPTER X
DICTATION
As far as Don was concerned, Miss Winthrop, instead of merely changing her lunch-place, might just as well have taken a steamer and sailed for Europe. He saw her at her desk every morning when he came in, and she always looked up and nodded––as she did, for that matter, to every one, including Blake. Then she turned to her work, and that was the end of her until the next morning. As far as he was able to judge, Miss Winthrop had completely and utterly forgotten the preceding weeks and even the incident that led to this disastrous climax.