"Go back to the hotel and come for me at twelve, Simpson," she said to her chauffeur as she passed him, and the next moment she was inside the house and had flung the door heavily shut behind her.
"O Don!" she cried, and assailed the tall figure before her with a furry embrace, which was returned with a right good will.
"Well, well, Sue girl! Have you driven seventy miles to see me?" was Brown's response. Bim, circling madly around the pair, barked his emotion.
"Is this—" began Brown's visitor, glancing rapidly about her as she released herself. "Is this—" she began again, and stopped helplessly. Then, "O Don!" she said once more, and again, "O Don!"—and laughed.
"Yes, I know," said Brown, smiling. "Here, let me take off your furs. It's pretty warm here, I imagine. Bim and I are apt to keep a lot of wood on the fire."
"Bim?"
"At your feet—and your service."
The lady looked at the dog, who stood watching her.
"Your only companion, Don?" she asked.
"My best chum. He's so nearly human he understands at this moment that you don't think him handsome. Never mind! We're used to it, aren't we, Bim? Come over and take this chair, Sue. Are you cold? Would you like something hot? Tea—or coffee?"