We left now together for the license clerk, and I intrusted the proper document in my friend's hands.

An instant later I was outside, mounted, and off for Calhoun's office at his residence in Georgetown.
At last, as for the fourth time I flung down the narrow walk and looked down the street, I saw his well-known form approaching.

He walked slowly, somewhat stooped upon his cane.

He raised a hand as I would have begun to speak.

His customary reserve and dignity held me back.
"So you made it out well with the lady," he began.
"Yes," I answered, flushing.