“But it means some work,” Waring added, as he rose from the table.
He went into the study, followed by Lockwood, whose experience made him aware of what books his chief would need, and he began at once to take them from the shelves.
“Right,” Waring said, looking over the armful of volumes Lockwood placed on the desk and seating himself in the swivel chair.
“Bring me Marcus Aurelius, too, please, and Martial.”
“The classic touch,” Lockwood smiled.
“Yes, it adds dignity, if one is a bit shy of material,” Waring admitted, good-naturedly. “That’s all, Lockwood. You may go, if you like.”
“No, sir. I’ll stay until eleven or so. I’m pretty busy with the reports, and, too, some one may call whom I can take care of.”
“Good chap you are, Lockwood. I appreciate it. Very well, then, don’t bother me unless absolutely necessary.”
The secretary left the room and closed the study door behind him.
This door gave on to the end of the cross hall, and the hall ended then, in a roomy window seat, and also held a book rack and table; altogether a comfortable and useful nook, frequently occupied by Gordon Lockwood. The window looked out on the beautiful lake view, as did the great study window, and it also commanded a view of the highroad on which stood, not far away, the Adams boarding-house.