They had come to the library. As they passed, the deep throated bell in
the tower rang out twice upon the stillness--tang--tung.
Fifteen minutes past one, Janet calculated.
They took the diagonal walk to the crossing of South and East University
Avenues. Her room was in the second house from the corner, on the former
street.
He seemed of a sudden to perceive where they were, for, looking about
him, he said: "Janet, it is something I must tell you for your own
sake. And when I'm through, you can say to me what you think; it won't
hurt."
A step and they were at her home.
"Can't you sit here on the porch a few minutes?" he asked; "I shan't
keep you long."