"I didn't even know that you were in this country."
"I wasn't until last night." He had fallen into step beside her.
"I was going to the Jameses'," she remarked a little lamely. "I go there every morning."
"Yes; I know. James has written me. You make life bearable for him. It's rather wonderful of you, Pat."
"I like to go there," she said in disclaimer of his praise. "Will you come with me?"
"Yes; if I may."
For two squares that was his only remark. Pat grew restless.
"You're not too conversational," she complained.
"I was thinking," he said quietly; "how very lovely you've grown."