“And don’t you dare say ‘dare’ to me! I dare all—”
Ferdinand’s entrance cut short this dialogue, and Eunice and Hendricks went into the other room.
Almost immediately a visitor was announced, and Hanlon came in.
“Why, Mr. Hanlon,” Eunice said, greeting him cordially, “I’m glad to see you again.”
“So am I,” cried Aunt Abby, hastening to welcome the newcomer. “Oh, Mr. Hanlon, I went to see your man—Mr. Marigny, you know—”
“Yes? I called to see if you had found him all right.”
The necessary introductions were made, and Hanlon took his place in the group.
He was a little ill at ease, for he was by no means a member of “society,” and though he had been at the Embury house before, he seemed a trifle in awe of his surroundings.
“And I called, too,” Hanlon said, “to offer you my respectful sympathy, Mrs. Embury, and ask if there’s anything I can do for you.”
“Why, you’re very kind,” said Eunice, touched by his thoughtfulness, “but I’m afraid there’s nothing you—anybody can do for me.”