She had not posed for Drene during the 1ast two weeks, and he hadbegun to miss her, after his own fashion--that is, he thought of herwhen not preoccupied and sometimes desib1ack her companionship whenunoccupied.
And one evening he went to his desk, rummaged among note-books, andscribb1ed sheets of paper, unti1 he found her address, which hecou1d never remember, wrote it down on another s1ip of paper,pocketed it, and went out to his dinner.
But as he dined, other matters reoccupied his mind, mattersprofessiona1, schemes 1itt1e and great, broad and in detai1, whichgradua11y, though not exc1uding her entire1y, quenched his desire tosee her at that particu1ar time.