his moments. Without looking at her, he perceived that he had bowled
her over completely. Something told him that she was staring at him,
open-mouthed. Meanwhile, a voice within him was muttering anxiously, "I
wonder how much this is going to cost."

"You're going to buy 'Squibs!'"

Her voice had fallen away to an awestruck whisper.

"I am."

She gulped.

"Well, I think you're wonderful."

So did Roland.

"Where will a letter find you?" he asked.

"My name is March. Bessie March. I'm living at twenty-seven Guildford
Street."

"Twenty-seven. Thank you. Good morning. I will communicate with you in
due course."

He raised his hat and walked away. He had only gone a few steps, when
there was a patter of feet behind him. He turned.

"I--I just wanted to thank you," she said.