The avenue was gay and densely crowded; and I remember the furs I wore and the western sunset crimsoning the cross-streets, and the early dusk--and Jessie ahead with Cecile and the dogs.

And then he said that now was the time, for he was going back to college that same day, and would not return before Easter--and he urged it, and hurried me--and--I couldn't think; and I went with him, west, I believe--yes, the sky was red over the river--west, two blocks, or more....

There was a parsonage.

It lasted only a few minutes....

We took the elevated to Fifty-ninth Street and hurried east, almost running.
They had just reached the Park and had not yet missed us....