“It’s too late to call now,” remonstrated Joe, when David had finally made his escape from headquarters.
David muttered that time was made for slaves, and increased his pace. When they reached the hotel Joe refused to go to the Winthrop’s apartment.
David found Carey alone in the sitting room.
“David,” she asked, after one glance into his eyes, “what has changed you? Good news from Mr. Knowles?”
“No, Carey,” he replied, his eyes growing luminous. “It was something your mother said to me this morning.”
“Oh, I am glad. What was it she said?”
“She told me,” he evaded, “that you were going to visit the Randalls.” 233
“And that is what makes you look so––cheered?” she persisted.
“No, Carey. May I tell you at two o’clock in the afternoon, the day after election?”
She laughed delightedly.