“Oh! René!”
It was no echo of the old cry, but the same filled with a new music.
Their hands met in the conventional salute. She said:
“I have been thinking of you so much.”
“Much?” said he. “I have been thinking of nothing else. And I was not sure that it was you when you went in just now.”
“I saw you, but I didn’t recognize you. Rachel told me she had met you.”
“Did she tell you where?”
“I had to dig it out of her. She was very hushed and secret. Rachel is funny. I’ve been looking at taxi-drivers ever since. They are a very plain lot of men.”
“Where do you live now?”