whatever you do from affecting my life more than anything else that could happen. Of course, you know you own Bill, too. There's a lot of girls that are pleasant and good-looking who can do whatever they want without stirring other people much; but you're not one of them. You're a girl that a man, whoever's had a chance to know you, can never forget. Who will know where you are? Bill?"
"No."
"Your father?"
"No."
"Who? You can't drop entirely out, you know; that is, I don't think you want to be out of reach if"
"No," she said again, and this time interrupting him.
"Who will have your address?"
"Mr. Rinderfeld's office."
That shot a start through Gregg, although, in a certain sense, he should have expected it; yet it confused him so that he almost aggravated his bungling of a few minutes ago by speaking of Rinderfeld; but he saved himself from that.
"Thank you," he said; then, "Good night." And he departed.
