“Two hundred and seventy-five a month,” the clerk was saying. “With the yearly lease, of course. Otherwise it’s three twenty-five.” He seemed quite indifferent.

Ray said nothing. “We’ll let you know,” said Cora.

The man walked to the door. “I can’t hold it for you, you know. Our apartments are practically gone. I’ve a party who practically has closed for this suite already. I’d have to know.”

Cora looked at Ray. He said nothing. He seemed not to have heard. His face was gaunt and haggard. “We’ll let you know — to-morrow,” Cora said. Her full under lip made a straight thin line.

When they came out it was snowing. A sudden flurry. It was already dark.