"I'll write you, care of this West Side Post-office.

Could you call next Tuesday ?" Carrie assented.
The cab stopped one door out of the way according to his call.
"Good-night," he whispered, as the cab rolled away.
Unfortunately for the smooth progression of this affair, Drouet returned.

Hurstwood was sitting in his imposing little office the next afternoon when he saw Drouet enter.
"Why, hello, Charles," he called affably; "back again ?" "Yes," smiled Drouet, approaching and looking in at the door.
Hurstwood arose.
"Well," he said, looking the drummer over, "rosy as ever, eh ?" They began talking of the people they knew and things that had happened.
"Been home yet ?" finally asked Hurstwood.
"No, I am going, though," said Drouet.
"I remembered the little girl out there," said Hurstwood, "and called once.

Thought you wouldn't want her left quite alone." "Right you are," agreed Drouet.

"How is she ?" "Very well," said Hurstwood.