"—slept late!... has the mail come yet?... where's Ruth?"
"Isn't she in the house?" I queried.
"I saw her stepping out at the back door a minute ago" ... said Darrie.
"We had breakfast together ... I...."
"I hope she doesn't stay away long ... I have an article on Blue Laws as a Reactionary Weapon, that I want to dictate for a magazine ...—one of her moods, I suppose!"
I looked the little, large-browed man over almost impersonally. I saw him as from far away. He came out very clear to me.
I found a profound pity for him waking in my heart, together with a sort of contempt.
"And where's Hildreth?"
"Not up yet I presume," replied Darrie.