“I don’t know,” she said, as she had said before.
“I’m glad you left the Brownleys’ anyhow. Are you living with other friends?”
“No—I’ve a room by myself.”
Obviously he liked that and the visible signs of his liking amused her.
“Can I come to see you once in a while?”
“Oh, no, indeed. I shouldn’t in the least like you as a caller.”
He was undisturbed.
“I’ll have to make you change your mind somehow.”
She shrugged her shoulders slightly, delicately, in negation.
“Do you know how much I’ve thought about you since that night?” he asked, bending a little closer to her.