Why mayn't I tell you that you interest me very much, and that I am afraid to trust only to chance for another meeting?
If you were a man'-- he smiled--'I should give you my card, and ask you to my house.

The card I may at all events offer.' Whilst speaking, he drew out a little case, and laid a visiting-card on the bench within Monica's reach.

Murmuring her 'thank you,' she took the bit of pasteboard, but did not look at it.
'You are on my side of the river,' he continued, still with scrupulous modesty of tone.

'May I not hope to see you some day, when you are walking?
All days and times are the same to me; but I am afraid it is only on Sunday that you are at leisure ?' 'Yes, only on a Sunday.' It took a long time, and many circumlocutions, but in the end an appointment was made.

Monica would see her acquaintance next Sunday evening on the river front of Battersea Park; if it rained, then the Sunday after.