"You didn't tell me your name!" said she, fumbling in a well-worn little hand bag for her latchkey.
"I am called Geoffrey."
Hermione opened the door and, taking up the suit case, held out her hand.
"Good-by, Mr. Geoffrey!"
"For the present!" said he, and though his tone was light there was a very real humility in his attitude as he stood bareheaded before her. "For the present!" he repeated.
"Well—we are very near neighbours," said she, dark lashes a-droop.
"And neighbourliness is next to godliness—isn't it?"
"Is it?"
"Well, I think so, anyway? So, Miss Hermione—not 'good-by.'"
She glanced swiftly up at him, flushed, and turning about, was gone. But even so, before her door closed quite, she spoke soft-voiced: "Good—evening, Mr. Geoffrey!"