The first person she saw there was Olive, very cozily lunching with Mr. Robertson.[Pg 189]
Miss Torrance got away without being seen, and went back to the office, for she did not want any lunch now. She went home a little earlier than usual, but she left nothing undone that should have been done.
Olive noticed nothing amiss with her friend. When she left the office, she didn’t hurry. She was glad to go slowly through the sweet afternoon. The western sky was clear and clean, ready for the down going of the sun, and the quiet and beautiful light of that most beautiful hour shone full in her face. Seeing her at that moment, you could well understand why poor Mr. Martin had been so suddenly overwhelmed.
She gave a last glance at the sky before opening the front door. Then she entered the house and went upstairs. The door was closed, so she knocked.
“Come in!” answered Miss Torrance.
She was on her knees, packing her trunk.
“What are you doing?” cried Olive.
“I’m packing,” answered Miss Torrance. “I’m—going away.”
“But why? Where?”
“I saw you!” cried Miss Torrance. “I saw you—with that man!”