times as nice as that, if you only knew...."

When she had rushed off, Canning said: "Do you feel like a little walk?"

"Oh, how nice!" said Carlisle.

"Let's stroll up to the Plaza and have tea."

They went out, turned east and came into the Avenue, where, the
afternoon being fine, one million people were methodically stepping on
each other's heels. However, these were people without existence, even
when they jostled into one.

The moment they were out of earshot of the listening clerk, Canning
said, looking straight in front of him:

"Haven't you missed me at all, Carlisle?"

"Oh, yes! I seem to have done hardly anything else."

"I've been learning your name, you see," said Canning, after five steps
in silence. "You won't mind?... Miss Heth would be a sham, after
thinking nothing but Carlisle all these weeks."

She said that she didn't mind. His presence here beside her seemed to
fill every reach and need of her being: here was what her soul had cried
for, through all the empty days. It did not seem that she could ever
mind anything any more....

"I'm very lucky to see you," she went on, quite naturally, "for I'm