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 She shook her head.

"Why?" he asked. And then, as she made no answer, "Why?" he repeated.

"You know why," she replied finally, lifting a rather defiant face to him. "I told you—that day. You have forgotten, it seems, after all."

"Oh, that!" he said carelessly. "About our not being in the same bunch. That's no reason at all."

"It's a very good reason," she returned. "Such a good reason that had I seen you coming I'd have run. What do you suppose people who know you by sight—and most every one in New York does, I guess—what do you suppose they think when they see you talking to me here on a street corner?"

"Think? Let them think what they like! Besides, I don't want to talk to you on a corner. Heaven knows! Let's go somewhere where we can be comfortable; Martin's—the Hoffman—anywhere. My car's over there. I'll find an umbrella for you and we'll be under cover in no time. Shall we? Please be kind! If you only knew how I've looked for you ever since I got back to town, Peggy-in-the-Rain!"