“Look here—you're not going to throw me down after leading me to the very top of the roof, are you?”
She looked up with tender assurance.
“Not today——”
“Then why hoof it? Let me run round to the garage and shoot her out. You can wait for me at the Waldorf. I've always wanted to push my buzz-wagon up to that big joint and wait for my girl to trip down the steps.”
“No. I've a plan of my own today. Let me have my way.”
“All righto—just so you're happy.”
“I am happy,” she answered soberly.
At the foot of the broad stairs of the Library she paused and looked up smilingly at its majestic front.
“Come in a moment,” she said softly.
He followed her wonderingly into the vaulted hall and climbed the grand staircase to the reading-room. She walked slowly to the shelf on which the Century Dictionary rested and looked laughingly at the seat in which she sat Saturday afternoon a week ago at exactly this hour.