Hattie came with the books, by and by. She made an apology. I wrote in
both volumes and signed my name and Hattie accompanied me down one of
the two long halls with the many shut doors.
"Like Gwen?"
"Very much."
"I thought you would. She's--something! It's been marvelous to see you,
Phil. Call me up!"
The exceedingly noncommittal elevator man took me back to the street.
It was gravy-thick with the smell of the river.