"Hello, Harry," she said. "This is Rose Aldrich. Do you remember me?—Rose Stanton, you know."
The ensuing silence was so long, that she said "Hello" again to make sure that he was still there.
"Y—yes," he said. "Of—of course I haven't forgotten. I—I only ... I ..."
She wondered what he was so embarrassed about, but to save the situation, she interrupted.
"Are you going to be awfully busy this afternoon? Because, if you aren't, there's something you can do for me. You're in the law school this year, aren't you?"
"Yes," he said. "Of course I'm not busy at all."
"It'll take quite a little while," she warned him, "an hour or so, and I don't want to interfere with anything you've got to do."
Again he assured her that he hadn't anything.
"Well, then," she said rather dubiously, because his voice sounded still so constrained and unnatural, "I'll come down in the car and pick you up about half past one. Is that all right?"
"Yes," he said. "Yes, of course. Thank you very much."