“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Good girl. You don’t sound quite so obstreperous as you were last night. What’s the matter?”
“I’m only Mondayfied. The office is always boring on a Monday.”
“I’m sorry I can’t suggest a spin this afternoon, but I’m too much engaged until Wednesday. Will you come on Wednesday? Well?” as Hal, appeared to be meditating.
“Where do you propose going?” she asked.
“Anywhere you like. I’d better not fetch you from the office though. I’ll pick you up just casually in St. Jame’s Park. Will you be there at five, near the Archway?”
“All right, if I can get away. How shall I let you know if I change my mind?”
“Don’t do anything so childish. The run will do you good after a stuffy office. I’ll be there to the minute. Good-bye,” and he rang off without waiting for a reply.
Hal went back to her work, with a pleasurable sensation that instead of grey stuffiness there was joyful sunshine. She had never imagined for a moment he would actually carry out his suggestion of a meeting; and here they were with an actual appointment.
It was so odd, too, that they had not properly seen each other yet; only having met in the light of street lamps; and she fell to wondering eagerly what he was like in broad daylight. A voice whispered, “Perhaps you won’t like him at all, and will wish you had not gone”; but her love of adventure easily silenced it, and she looked forward to her outing without any misgivings.