"
Roberts, getting to his feet: "Do you think so? What makes you think
so? Would you go and speak to her?"
Campbell: "I don't know. She seems to be looking this way. Perhaps she
thinks she recognizes _you_, as she never saw you before."
Roberts: "There can't be any harm in asking her? She does seem to be
looking this way."
Campbell: "Pretty blackly, too. I guess she's lost faith in you. It
wouldn't be any use to speak to her now, Roberts."
Roberts: "I don't know. I'm afraid I'd better. I must. How would you
introduce the matter, Willis?"
Campbell: "Oh, I wouldn't undertake to say! I must leave that entirely
to you."
Roberts: "Do you think I'd better go at it boldly, and ask her if
she's the one; or--or--approach it more gradually?"
Campbell: "With a few remarks about the weather, or the last novel, or
a little society gossip? Oh, decidedly."
Roberts: "Oh, come, now, Willis! What would you advise? You must see
it's very embarrassing."
Campbell: "Not the least embarrassing. Simplest thing in the world!"
The Colored Man who calls the Trains, coming and going as before:
"Cars for Newton, Newtonville, West Newton, Auburndale, Riverside,
Wellesley Hills, Wellesley, Natick, and South Framingham.
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