“This is all you need,” he whispered. “Just to walk out here a little.”
CHAPTER XXVI
ONE STUYVESANT
That evening, before Frances left Don alone in the study, she bent over him and kissed him. Then she heard her father’s footsteps and ran. Don was remarkably cool. So was Stuyvesant; but there was nothing remarkable about that. When his daughter told him that Don was waiting to see him, his eyes narrowed the least bit and he glanced at his watch. He had a bridge engagement at the club in half an hour. Then he placed both hands on his daughter’s shoulders and studied her eyes.
“What’s the matter, girlie?” he asked.
“Nothing, Dad,” she answered. “Only––I’m very happy.”
“Good,” he nodded. “And that is what I want you to be every minute of your life.”
Entering his study, Stuyvesant sat down in a big chair to the right of the open fire and waved his hand to another opposite him.