"What else?"
"Yes. Certainly it was your next move,—Grace!"
My heart out-did the machinery in the round-house in the way of making a hubbub at that instant, but he seemed not to hear.
"I mean to say—I—I expected to hear from you in some manner to-day. That is, I hoped to hear."
I gave a hysterical laugh.
"But you didn't expect me to board a trolley-car and run you down after night in your own den—surely?" I demanded.
He half rose from his chair, hushing my mocking word with a gesture. His manner was chivalrously protecting.
"You shan't talk that way about yourself!" he said insistently. "Whatever you have chosen to do is—is—all right!"
I felt bewildered.
"I just wanted to let you know—" I began, when he stopped me again, this time with an air of finality.