I had just left the office when I ran into Pembroke, who was in the act of mounting the stairs.

It was Saturday morning.

Phyllis had left town.
"Hello!" he cried.

"A moment more, and I should have missed you, and then you would not have learned a piece of news." "News ?" "Yes.

I have made up my mind not to go home till February." "What changed your plans so suddenly ?" I asked.
"My conscience." "In heaven's name, what has your conscience to do with your plans ?" "Well, you see, my conscience would not permit me to meet such a remarkable woman as Miss Landors without becoming better acquainted with her." He swung his cane back and forth.
"This is very sudden," said I, lighting a cigar.