In that case, Matthias need never know.
XXII
As she drew near to Longacre Square, Joan saw Quard detach himself from an area-railing against which he had been lounging across the street, and move over to intercept her. Since she had anticipated that he might waylay her in some such manner, if he didn't call at the house, she was not surprised by this manœuvre; but she was a little surprised and not a little amused (if quite privately) to see him throw away his cigar as they drew together, and lift his hat. Such attentions from him were distinctly novel—and gratifying.
Complacent, and at the same time excited beneath a placid demeanour, she greeted him with a cool little nod.
He grinned broadly but nervously.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't happen along soon...."
"Is that so?" Joan returned blandly.
"Mind my walking with you?"
"No-o," the girl drawled.