Turning her back on him, she went to the window, and stood there, gazing out into the street. Brockton watched her for a moment; then, with a covert smile, he said dryly:
"If you don't mind, I'll stay here."
Laura left the window, and coming back into the room, sat down at the piano.
"Just as you please," she said, realizing that he was watching her, and trying her utmost to appear unconcerned. After playing a few bars, she stopped and said in a more conciliatory tone:
"Will?"
"Yes."
"How long does it take to come from Buffalo?"
"Depends on the train," he answered laconically.
"About how long?" she persisted.
"Between eight and ten hours, I think." Looking up, he asked: "Some one coming?"