“I met both trains.”
“Evans—why will you do such things?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“But you can see me any time——”
“I cannot. Not when you are lunching with fashionable gentlemen with gold-lined pocket-books.” He held out his hands to the blaze. “Do you like him?”
“Mr. Towne? Yes, and I like the things he does for me. I had to pinch myself to be sure it was true.”
“If what was true?”
“That I was really playing around with the great Frederick Towne.”
“You talk as if he were conferring a favor.”
She had her coat off now and her hat. She came and sat down in the chair opposite him. “Evans,” she said, “you’re jealous.” She was still vivid with the excitement of the afternoon, lighted up by it, her skin warmed into color by the swift flowing blood beneath.