It's a dreary evening, isn't it ?" Sylvia explained that she had been to Mrs.Owen's and was on her way home, and he asked if he might go with her.
"Marian usually walked with me at Fraserville, but since we've been here, Sunday seems to be her busy day.

I find that I don't know much about the residential district; I can easily lose myself in this part of town." During these commonplaces she wondered just where their conversation at Marian's ball had left them; the wet street was hardly a more favorable place for serious talk than the crowded Propylaeum.

The rain began to fall monotonously, and he raised his umbrella.
"Some things have happened since our last talk," he observed presently.
"Yes ?" she replied dubiously.
"I want to talk to you of them," he answered.

"Dan has left me.

You know that ?" "Yes; I know of it." "And you think he has done quite the fine thing about it--it was what you would have had him do ?" "Yes, certainly.