He drew it out and laid it beside her, and without stirring she scanned it sideways.
“That’s my name and address,” he continued. “I’m not contemplating mischief. I’ve enough excitement in life without seeking adventure. Besides, I’m not the sort who goes about annoying women.”
She glanced up at him again:
“You are annoying me!”
“I’m sorry. I was quite honest. Good-night.”
He took his congé with unhurried amiability; had already turned away when she said:
“Please ... what do you desire to say to me?” He came back to her table:
“I couldn’t tell you until I know a little more about you.”
“What—do you wish to know?”
“Several things. I could scarcely ask you—go over such matters with you—standing here.”