“Favorable opinion?” he asked.
“Favorable? Oh yes; of course. It's simply this. When I sent you my card, we were merely birds of passage, and now I don't know but we are—What is the opposite of birds of passage?”
Westover could not think, and said so.
“Well, it doesn't matter. We were walking down the street, here, this morning, and we saw the sign of an apartment to let, in a window, and we thought, just for amusement, we would go in and look at it.”
“And you took it?”
“No, not quite so rapid as that. But it was lovely; in such a pretty 'hotel garni', and so exquisitely furnished! We didn't really think of staying in Boston; we'd quite made up our minds on New York; but this apartment is a temptation.”
“Why not yield, then?” said Westover. “That's the easiest way with a temptation. Confess, now, that you've taken the apartment already!”
“No, no, I haven't yet,” said Mrs. Vostrand.
“And if I advised not, you wouldn't?”
“Ah, that's another thing!”