“And I never knew who lived up here,” she began. “I must say you’re quiet. These apartment houses are just like a lot of cigar boxes. You know our flat is right underneath.”
“It’s so decent of you,” began Arthur.
“Listen,” she interrupted. “I’ve had a perfectly splendid time. I suppose I must be going now. It’s five o’clock, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
At the door she stopped and said, “I’ve often seen you down at the street door, and wondered whether you’d speak some time. You don’t think—because I came in here——”
“I think nothing,” he said.
“I knew you were that kind of a fellow,” she whispered, and fled downstairs.
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Kincaid came in at 6:10.
“Supper ready?” he asked.