"They're quite well."
"I wish I could see them both."
"We should be glad to welcome you back to Madison any time. But I hardly expect to see you, except on a vacation, possibly. You're a city dweller already. I can see that." He seemed sadder than she had ever known him, and his look troubled her a little.
At ten o'clock she rose to go, and young Harvey sprang up:
"Are you going? If you are I hope you'll give me the pleasure—my carriage—"
"Thank you very much," she answered quickly. "I've a friend coming for me." Thatcher rose as if to go with her, but sat down again with a level line of resolution on his lips.
Mason and Harvey both wondered a little about that friend. Mason took a certain delight in young Harvey's defeat, and analyzed his pulse to find out why he was delighted. "We should mob that friend," he said to Sanborn. "He is an impertinence, at this time."
Rose felt Isabel's arm around her as she entered the cloakroom.
"Isn't he fine?"
"Who?"