Rachel was glad to escape and be by herself. A plan was slowly forming in her mind, and she wanted to be alone and think it out carefully. But before she had walked two blocks she was annoyed to find Rollin Page walking beside her.
“Sorry to disturb your thoughts, Miss Winslow, but I happened to be going your way and had an idea you might not object. In fact, I’ve been walking here for a whole block and you haven’t objected.”
“I did not see you,” said Rachel briefly.
“I wouldn’t mind that if you only thought of me once in a while,” said Rollin suddenly. He took one last nervous puff on his cigar, tossed it into the street and walked along with a pale look on his face.
Rachel was surprised, but not startled. She had known Rollin as a boy, and there had been a time when they had used each other’s first name familiarly. Lately, however, something in Rachel’s manner had put an end to that. She was used to his direct attempts at compliments and was sometimes amused by them. Today she honestly wished him anywhere else.
“Do you ever think of me, Miss Winslow?” asked Rollin after a pause.
“Oh, yes, quite often!” said Rachel with a smile.
“Are you thinking of me now?”
“Yes. That is–yes–I am.”
“What?”
“Do you want me to be absolutely truthful?”
“Of course.”
“Then I was thinking that I wished you were not here.” Rollin bit his lip and looked gloomy.
“Now look here, Rachel – oh, I know that’s forbidden, but I’ve got to speak some time!–you know how I feel. What makes you treat me so? You used to like me a little, you know.”
“Did I? Of course we used to get on very well as boy and girl. But we are older now.”
Rachel still spoke in the light, easy way she had used since her first annoyance at seeing him. She was still somewhat preoccupied with her plan which had been disturbed by Rollin’s sudden appearance.
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