“‘Then I suppose I must wait. What time shall I call upon you to-morrow?’
“‘About eleven o’clock,’ I answered.
“‘I will be here on time,’ she said, and she arose from her chair.
“‘Where are you living?’ I inquired.
“‘At No. — West Nineteenth Street,’ she replied.
“‘With your mother?’
“‘My mother has been dead five years. I reside in a flat alone.’
“‘Are you married?’
“‘No, no,’ she laughed.
“I wanted to question her further, but I refrained.