By and by she nodded toward the radio-phonograph. "Hattie said you like to rumba. So do I."
I shook my head. "Sometime—"
She looked at me and smiled. "I hope!"
Hattie came with the books, by and by. She made an apology. I wrote in both volumes and signed my name and Hattie accompanied me down one of the two long halls with the many shut doors.
"Like Gwen?"
"Very much."
"I thought you would. She's—something! It's been marvelous to see you, Phil. Call me up!"
The exceedingly noncommittal elevator man took me back to the street. It was gravy-thick with the smell of the river.
I got a cab.
It slatted downtown.