“Talk to me, then, Miss Raynor,” I said, gladly. “Can I be of any service to you—in any way?”
“Oh, I think so. I want to see you tomorrow. Can you come to see me?”
“Yes, indeed. At what time?”
“Come up in the morning,—that is, if it’s perfectly convenient for you.”
“Certainly; in the morning, then. About ten?”
“Yes, please. They—they brought Uncle home.”
“Did they? I’m glad that was allowed. Are you alone?”
“Yes; and I’m frightfully lonely and desolate. It’s such a terrible night I wouldn’t ask any of my friends to come to stay with me.”
“You expected Mr. Manning to call, I thought.”
“I did; but he hasn’t come. Of course, the reason is that it isn’t a fit night for anyone to go out. I telephoned his rooms, but he wasn’t in. So I don’t know what to think. I’d suppose he’d telephone even if he couldn’t get here.”