'Oh, if you have such an experience in common as all that!'
'Don't be absurd, Nevin. He's an old friend.'
'Well, when am I going to see you?' Nevin demanded. 'Alone, I mean. I had it all planned to run out in the country in the car this afternoon. Just you and I.'
'Can't we cut the Glee Club Concert, and go to-night for a little while?'
'Will you?' eagerly Nevin demanded.
'If you'll be nice and take me to see Felix this afternoon.'
'All right. It's a bargain. Shake.'
He clasped Sheilah's hand hard in his and looked straight into her blue eyes. She looked back straight into his blue eyes. 'It was as if blue steel struck blue steel and there was a sudden spark.
It was after five o'clock when Nevin's car crawled up Greene Street on second, and stopped at number seventeen.
'This can't be it!' exclaimed Bertie, staring incredulously at the battle-ship gray three-decker, with the long flight of wooden steps leading up to the front door with the tier of bells and tubes beside it.
'Doesn't look as if he'd invited much of a crowd,' commented Hunt.
