Owen, who was listening at the door, had just time, to glide away before Harry hurried out.
The young master of the house had driven far toward the station before the secretary returned to the library.
This time he entered and pretended to be hunting for a magazine.
Pauline's disconsolate face gave him the excuse he desired.
"Why, Miss Marvin, has anything happened?" he asked in a tone of concern.
"Oh, everything has gone wrong," she cried, almost in tears.
"What do you mean?"
"Harry is called to the city just when we are invited to Sophie McCallan's wedding, and Farrell has taken the limousine for some silly repairs. They'll not get back; I know they'll not. They never do."
"But, Miss Marvin?"
"Oh, don't try to apologize for him. He cares more for his old business than he does for me. He makes automobiles himself, and yet I can't have enough for my own personal use. I'm sorry I forgave him," she flared.
"You are right, Miss Marvin; it is an outrage."