“My brother is not at home, so I came over. How select you are, with your balcony!”
“Can you see the step?”
“Coming, with bells on.”
K. had risen and pushed back his chair. His mind was working quickly. Here in the darkness he could hold the situation for a moment. If he could get Sidney into the house, the rest would not matter. Luckily, the balcony was very dark.
“Is any one ill?”
“Mother is not well. This is Mr. Le Moyne, and he knows who you are very well, indeed.”
The two men shook hands.
“I've heard a lot of Mr. Le Moyne. Didn't the Street beat the Linburgs the other day? And I believe the Rosenfelds are in receipt of sixty-five cents a day and considerable peace and quiet through you, Mr. Le Moyne. You're the most popular man on the Street.”
“I've always heard that about YOU. Sidney, if Dr. Wilson is here to see your mother—”
“Going,” said Sidney. “And Dr. Wilson is a very great person, K., so be polite to him.”