They beat it and kneaded it gaily together, until the fingers were full of the rushing blood and able again to close warmly over her own little hand.
"Now go, and let me get ready. I won't be long."
He went below to the library, and in the dim grey light picked up a book, "The Delights of Delicate Eating." He tried another, "101 Sandwiches." The next was "Famous Epicures of the 17th Century." On the floor was her diary. He placed it on the table. He heard her call him from the stairs:
"Bring me up that ring from the table, please!"
He went up and handed it to her through the narrowly opened door.
As he went down the stairs he heard the bell ring somewhere below, and went to the door.
"Baggage!"
The two trunks were down and out. "They're to go on this car, attached to the Chicago Express." He wrote the directions on one of his cards and paid the man.
At seven-thirty the bell rang again. The cabman was there.
"Seven-thirty, gent!"