Tuesday, 1 P.M.
She was the vagrom-minded wife of a prosperous lawyer who was absorbed in his business and in himself . She pretended indifference for a moment after the first glance , but paused a little way off as if to examine some laces . Cowperwood looked after her to catch a second fleeting , attracted look . He was on his way to several engagements which he did not wish to break , but he took out a note-book , wrote on a slip of paper the name of a hotel , and underneath : `` Parlor , second floor , Tuesday , 1 P.M. '' Passing by where she stood , he put it into her gloved hand , which was hanging by her side . The fingers closed over it automatically . She had noted his action . On the day and hour suggested she was there , although he had given no name .