“Then will you tell me where he lives so that I can go there some day?”
“Some day? Why not to-day? Would it be impossible to arrange it?”
“Why, no,” she faltered, looking at him in surprise.
“Excuse my curiosity, please; but the boy is in such pressing need of some pleasurable emotion that as soon as I looked at you and your roses I thought, ‘Now, that would not be a bad thing for Bob.’ You see, I was simply answering a question that has bothered me all day. Then will you drive there with me now?”
“Would not that be impossible with your driver?” she asked, searching unaccountably for an excuse.
“I can easily dispense with him.”
“But won’t my presence be annoying?” she persisted, hesitating oddly.
“Not to me,” he replied, turning quickly for his hat. “Come, then, please, I must waste no more time in Bob’s good cause.”
She followed him silently with a sensation of quiet excitement.
Presently she found herself comfortably seated beside the doctor, who drove off at a rapid pace.