When I reached my own door, Miss Torsen arrived there at the same time; she had been close at my heels all the way. I guessed this from the fact that she was not in the least breathless as she spoke.
"I forgot to ask you to forgive me," she said.
"My dear girl--?"
"Oh, for saying what I did. You mustn't subscribe. I'm so sorry about that. Please be kind and forgive me."
She took my hand and shook it.
In my amazement I stammered:
"It was really a very witty remark: a human journal--ha, ha! Now don't stand there and get cold; put your gloves on again. Are you walking back?"
"Yes. Good night. Forgive me for the whole evening."
"Let me take you home; why not stay a few minutes--"
"No, thank you."