He looked at her, a curious reserve in his eyes.
"You are really going to do it, take that job?"
"I wrote you——"
"When do you start?"
"Monday. That's why I'm here." She couldn't help that air of defense! "I had to have a few days to shop for the children, and get the house running."
"Hard on them, isn't it?"
"I thought a few days couldn't matter so much to them as to me."
"No." Charles turned the doorknob.
"Charles!" Catherine seized his hand. "Are you—cross?"
"Of course not." He sounded impatient. "But I have to get over to college sometime to-day."