“I want to see Mr. Randall,” she said.[Pg 558]
He stared at her for a moment.
“Ran!” he called. “Come here! Some one to see you!”
IV
From a room at the end of the hall young Randall appeared in his shirt sleeves, with his dark hair ruffled and his face flushed.
“Mildred!” he cried.
The fair-haired fellow disappeared.
“Mildred!” said Randall again.
She tried to speak, but she could not. She stood there just outside the door, with the book under her arm, only looking at him.
He came down the hall to her. He, too, was silent. From the room at the back she could hear laughter and the rattle of chips, and the air was heavy with tobacco smoke.