"There's a reason." She would not tell him the reason; it would make him feel as if he were to blame.
"When I get a place in Cincinnati," she went on, "I'll write to you." "Not here," he objected.

"That wouldn't do at all.

No, send me a line to the Gibson House in Cincinnati, giving me your address." "The Gibson House," she repeated.

"I'll not forget that name.
Gibson House." "Send it as soon as you get a place.

I may be in Cincinnati soon.