When she rose, K. Le Moyne sprang to his feet.

Anna had noticed that he always rose when she entered his room,--with fresh
towels on Katie's day out, for instance,--and she liked him for it. Years
ago, the men she had known had shown this courtesy to their women; but the
Street regarded such things as affectation.

"I wonder if you would do me another favor? I'm afraid you'll take to
avoiding me, if I keep on."

"I don't think you need fear that."

"This stupid story about Joe Drummond--I'm not saying I'll never marry him,
but I'm certainly not engaged. Now and then, when you are taking your
evening walks, if you would ask me to walk with you--"

K. looked rather dazed.

"I can't imagine anything pleasanter; but I wish you'd explain just how--"

Sidney smiled at him. As he stood on the lowest step, their eyes were
almost level.

"If I walk with you, they'll know I'm not engaged to Joe," she said, with
engaging directness.

The house was quiet. He waited in the lower hall until she had reached the
top of the staircase. For some curious reason, in the time to come, that
was the way Sidney always remembered K. Le Moyne--standing in the little