“When did you come to New York?” he asked.
“Tonight.”
“Well, isn’t that a bit of luck to run into you like this! Have you come here to study art?”
“No.... Yes, I think, later, I am to study art here.”
“At the League?”
“I don’t know.”
“Better go to the League,” he said. “Begin there anyway. Do you know where it is?”
“No,” she said.
He called a waiter, borrowed pencil and pad, and wrote down the address of the Art Students’ League. 109 He had begun to fold the paper when a second thought seemed to strike him, and he added his own address.
“In case I can do anything for you in any way,” he explained.