This time Mr. Albertson frankly leaned his ear against the crack of the door.
"No, they're there yet," he said, moving away again. "I can hear them talking—low."
Another silence succeeded to this information, and then Mrs. Conway's butler appeared in the doorway. He looked about and said over his shoulder, "Yes, sir, she's here." He drew back and ushered in Gordon Conway.
Edna looked at the man who had been her husband and said irritably, "You, Gordon; This is really a little too much!"
"Hullo, father," said Durland.
"Hullo, Durlie," said his father, as if he were trying to be cordial; and then, seeing Albertson, he added in a tone really cordial, "Why, Albertson, how do you do? I haven't seen you since the night what's his name—who had that crooked wheel in Hester Street—was pulled. Off the force?"
The two men shook hands.
"Gordon," said Edna, again determined to know the worst, "what do you want?"
"Why, oddly enough—nothing at all," replied Mr. Conway.