"I don't like that man," she announced.
"That Kerr. I met him just now on the steps. Don't you feel there is something wrong about him?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Flora vaguely.
Clara gave her a bright glance.
"But you weren't at home to him."
"I'm not at home to any one this morning," Flora answered evasively, feeling the probe of Clara's eyes. "I'm feeling ill. I'm not going out this evening either. I think I'll ring up Burlingame and tell Harry." It was in her mind that she might manage to make him stay with her while Clara went on to the reception.
"Burlingame! Harry!" Clara echoed in surprise. "Why, he's in town. I saw him just now as I was coming up."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. He was walking up Clay from Kearney. I was in the car."