I'll send a note to the desk, and you can inquire--say, in half an hour or so." "Half an hour!" he cried in dismay.

Whatever should he do with himself, alone with these returned terrors, and with no Margaret there to make him ashamed not to give braver battle to them.
"An hour, then." She nodded, shook hands with a blush and a smile, not without its gleam of appreciation of the queerness of the situation.

He lifted his hat, made a nervous, formal bow and turned away, though no car was there.

As the elevator was starting up with her he came hurrying back.
"One moment," he said.

"I quite forgot." She joined him and they stood aside, in the shelter of a great wrap-rack.