“Another page, almost,” she answered, with another quick glance into his bright, eager young face.
“I won’t be able to see you to the car to-night,” he said, regretfully.
That was a pleasure the young man had for some time appropriated to himself and Bessie as willingly accorded.
“You are going to stay downtown, then, for a while?” she asked.
“Yes; I shall be here for an hour yet, perhaps. After supper I’ve got to meet Mr. Whitemore in his rooms at the Grand Pacific. I’ve got to notify mother of the fact by telephone.”
Vance went over to the booth in the corner of the office and rang up a drug store in the vicinity of his home, on the North Side.
Outside the shades of night were beginning to fall.
From the windows of the office one could see directly up La Salle Street.
The cars, as they made the turn into or out of the street at the corner of Monroe, flashed their momentary glares of red and green lights, and filled the air continually with the jangle of their bells.
The sidewalks were filled with a dense crowd that poured out continually from the street entrances of the office buildings.