"Is Mr. Lyman here yet?"
"You mean is he still in town? Oh, yes, and he boards here, but I suppose he's at his office."
"Somebody told me that he was thinking of leaving town."
"That may be, but he hasn't gone yet."
"Does he do most of his work here?"
"Yes, all but the work for the paper."
"Would you mind showing me the room where he does his work? I'd like so much to see it."
"With pleasure, I'm sure."
She led Eva to the room above. The young woman stood with her hands clasped, looking at the bare walls—she looked at the chair, at every article of meager furniture. She went to the desk and took up a pen. "Is this the pen he writes with?" she asked.
"Yes, I think so. Did you wish to write something?"