Myra woke up happy the next day, she recalled his promise from last night, "May I call?" She knew he would. The fact that he had not taken her number was immaterial. When he had set his heart to do something, no obstacle was insurmountable.
Besides, he always kept his promises to her. But that was not what troubled her. She feared his questions. How will she answer them, how could she tell him what had happened? All-day long she continued in this trance like state startling at every movement. She dreaded his call.
He might have called, had there not been a slight practical difficulty. Nothing that his men might not effectively and effortlessly tackle; but that would mean giving them access into his inner life. He was yet not sure of his position with respect to her; yet unaware of her feelings for him; yet unknown of the nature of their current relationship.
