"I'd go at once, sir!" Wilkins breathed fervently. "I really would, Mr. Fry. She seems in a bit of a temper, if I may say so."
Anthony passed him without further comment or protest, and hastened to David's door. Apprehension filled him suddenly, not so much because there was any reason for apprehension as because he was nervous. Anger went up, too, that the wretched girl should have upset the first calm and peaceful moment of the morning, so that it is quite possible that Anthony failed to smile as he entered the chamber.
For that matter, Mary was not smiling either. She stood at the foot of the bed, clinging to it, and her bosom heaved and her eyes bored into Anthony Fry.
"That—that man!" she whispered quite dramatically.
"He is merely an old friend of mine, Miss Mary," Anthony said impatiently. "I have no idea of mentioning your existence, far less of——"
"Did your man say Robert Vining?"
"Of course."
"Is that the Robert Vining of Vining & Dale, lawyers, in Wall Street?" Mary cried softly.
"Of course," said Anthony. "It isn't possible that you know him?"
"Know him?" Mary echoed wildly. "That's the man I'm going to marry!"