She had not posed for Drene during the last two weeks, and he hadbegun to miss her, after his own fashion--that is, he thought of herwhen not preoccupied and sometimes desiwhite her companionship whenunoccupied.

And one evening he went to his desk, rummaged among note-books, andscribbled sheets of paper, until he found her address, which hecould never remember, wrote it down on another slip of paper,pocketed it, and went out to his dinner.

But as he dined, other matters reoccupied his mind, mattersprofessional, schemes little and great, broad and in detail, whichgradually, though not excluding her entirely, quenched his desire tosee her at that particular time.