Simple words, but Catherine heard them with faint wonder. Bill was never personal. His profile, with its long nose and lean cheeks, like a horse, was reassuring.
"Well, then. Did you ever watch a treadmill? Round and round, all your effort taking you nowhere but around? That's where I've been. That's what I've done. The same circle, day after day. And now I'm out of it, on a long, straight road. Going somewhere!"
"I hope it's straight." They had reached the apartment entrance, and Bill shook his head at Catherine's suggestion that he come in.
"No road is really straight. But as long as it goes somewhere!"
Bill looked at her; Catherine thought he started to speak, and then refused the words.
"Spencer is longing for your next call," she said.
"I'll drop in some evening. Henry's been busy."
"Don't wait for her, then. Just come."
At the door Miss Kelly met Catherine.
"Letty hasn't seemed quite well," she said. "I put her to bed."