In the shadowed doorway a tall figure stood.
"Why, Jeff," said Camilla coolly, "you're early, aren't you? I thought——"
She rose as she realized that the gentleman in the doorway wore a frock coat—a garment Jeff affected to despise—and that the hair at his temples was white. "I beg your pardon," she murmured.
The gentleman smiled and came forward into the room with outstretched hand.
"I am General Bent. Is this Mrs. Wray? Your husband is coming along."
Jeff entered from the corridor at this moment. "Hello, Camilla! The General was kind enough to say he wanted to meet you, so he brought me uptown in his machine."
The eyes of both newcomers fell on Cortland Bent, who emerged from the shadow.
"Why, Cort! You here?" said the General, and if his quick tones showed slight annoyance, his well-bred accents meant only polite inquiry.
"Yes, dad. How do you do, Mr. Wray?"
Wray went over and took him by the hand.