"How did your father like him?"
He confidently expected some sign of confusion, but there was no sign. "Father was delighted with him," she said merrily. "He took an interest in the work father's doing—and that was enough."
She was about to turn back to her task. He hastened to ask another question. "Couldn't I meet your father some time? What Tetlow told me interested me greatly."
"Father would be awfully pleased," replied she. "But—unless you really care about—biology, I don't think you'd like coming."
"I'm interested in everything interesting," replied Norman dizzily. What was he saying? What was he doing? What folly was his madness plunging him into?
"You can come with Mr. Tetlow when he gets back."
"I'd prefer to talk with him alone," said Norman. "Perhaps I might see some way to be of service to him."
Her expression was vividly different from what it had been when he offered to help her. She became radiant with happiness. "I do hope you'll come," she said—her voice very low and sweet, in the effort she was making to restrain yet express her feelings.
"When? This evening?"
"He's always at home."