It was the same street where Rollin had asked Rachel why she could not love him.

They were both stricken with a sudden shyness as they went on.

Rachel had not forgotten that day and Rollin could not.

She finally broke a long silence by asking what she had not found words for before.
"In your work with the club men, with your old acquaintances, what sort of reception do they give you?
How do you approach them?
What do they say ?" Rollin was relieved when Rachel spoke.

He answered quickly: "Oh, it depends on the man.