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"And we've been much longer than if you'd let me carry it up myself."
"But then we've no cause for panting haste, have we?" he suggested.
"And we have four more flights to climb."
"So few!" he sighed.
"You see, I live at the very tip-top."
"Good!" said he.
At this she glanced down at him over the sweep of her shoulder.
"Why 'good'?" she demanded.
"Because I also live at the tip-top."
"Do you--oh!"
"With the excellent Mrs. Trapes."
"But I thought she had lost her lodger?"
"She had the--er--extreme good fortune to find a new one to-day."
"Meaning you?"
"Meaning me."
By this time they had reached the topmost landing, where Mr. Ravenslee
set down the suit case almost reluctantly.
"Thank you!" said Hermione, looking at him with her frank gaze.
"Heaven send I may earn your thanks again--and very soon," he answered,
lifting the battered hat.
"You didn't tell me your name!" said she, fumbling in a well-worn little
hand bag for her latchkey.
"I am called Geoffrey."
Hermione opened the door and, taking up the suit case, held out her
hand.


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