“Vanya gives a concert to-night in Baltimore.”
“And you didn’t go!”
“No. It was rainy. Besides, I hear Vanya play when I desire to hear him.”
Their order was served.
“So you wouldn’t go to Baltimore,” said Jim smilingly. “It strikes me, Marya, that you can be a coldblooded girl when you wish to be.”
“After all, what do you know about me?”
He laughed: “Oh, I don’t mean that I’ve got your number–––”
“No. Because I have many numbers. I am a complicated combination,” she added, smiling; “––yet after all, a combination only. And quite simple when one discovers the key to me.”
“I think I know what it is,” he said.