"Come in," she cried. "Who is it?"
The door was softly opened. Draconmeyer stood upon the threshold. He looked from one to the other in some surprise.
"I am sorry," he murmured. "Please excuse me."
"Come in, Mr. Draconmeyer," she called out to his retreating figure. "Come in, please. How is Linda this morning?"
Draconmeyer smiled a little ruefully as he returned.
"Complaining," he replied, "as usual. I am afraid that she has had rather a bad night. She is going to try and sleep for an hour or two. I came to see if you felt disposed for a motor ride this morning?"
"I should love it," she assented. "I should like to start as soon as possible. Henry was just going, weren't you?" she added, turning to her husband.
He stood his ground.
"There was something else I wished to say," he declared, glancing at Draconmeyer.
The latter moved at once towards the door but Violet stopped him.