He was at the door instantly. He flung it open heartily. It was characteristic of the man to open everything widely, his heart, his mind, his hate or his affection.
“Come in, come in! Just in time for the matinée concert.”
The padre was not alone. Courtlandt followed him in.
Courtlandt followed him in.
“We have been standing in the corridor for ten minutes,” affirmed the padre, sending a winning smile around the room. “Mr. Courtlandt was for going down to the bureau and sending up our cards. But I would not hear of such formality. I am a privileged person.”
“Sure yes! Molly, ring for tea, and tell ’em to make it hot. How about a little peg, as the colonel says?”
The two men declined.
How easily and nonchalantly the man stood there by the door as Harrigan took his hat! Celeste was aquiver with excitement. She was thoroughly a woman: she wanted something to happen, dramatically, romantically.