Her eyes filled with kindness. He seemed to her so much a child.
"What! Her coming to see you here?"
"Yes."
She smiled at him in her large and loving way.
"Of course I don't," she said, and added almost archly: "And if I did I'm not sure it would make much difference."
He found himself laughing.
She moved about the room, ordering it.
Then she returned to Putnam's to seek her daughter.
After the National Boy had emerged from the cloud which had long covered her.