Elinor crossed the room with her swift, graceful movement, and kissed him lightly on the tiny bald spot on the very top of his head, which he insisted was being widened by "financial worries."
"Ross, Clay is waiting."
He gave her an absentminded squeezing of the hand nearest him by way of answer without lifting his eyes from his book.
She leaned over and covered the page with one hand.
"Oh, come now," he remonstrated, "that's not a bit fair! That's the most interesting place for pages and pages!"
"That may be, you infant, but you must stop right there. Clay is waiting for you."
"What for, please? I don't remember telling him I wanted him!"
"Ross Worthington! Have you actually forgotten Arethusa is coming this afternoon!"
Ross returned, with the most commendable suddenness, from the Long Island country place, scene of his sojourn for the last few hours where a most fearful and intricately involved crime had been committed, to things which were happening in Lewisburg.
"Ye gods! And I had!"