"Wouldn't it make a good Movie! I might have it copyrighted!" she shrugged.
But she told the chauffeur to hurry, hoping that she might, even yet, get to the office before Daniel got there.
"If I don't, and if he tries to keep Catherine from coming down to me—well, if I didn't look such a sight, I would go right up into the office!"
When, however, the taxicab drew up before the building of which the second floor was occupied by Daniel's law offices, and she leaned for an instant out of the cab window, she saw her husband coming down the street. Jennie, then, had been too early for him. Margaret looked about hastily for Catherine, but she saw nothing of her. She shrank far back, then, in the cab to prevent Daniel's seeing her, for he was now close by.
She saw him hesitate at the door of the building and glance inquiringly at the cab; then, curiosity moving him, for Daniel had the petty curiosity of an unoccupied woman, he came over to the curb and looked into the window of the cab.
Margaret met his glance calmly. All she cared about was that he should not prevent her meeting Catherine.
"Why, Margaret! You out of doors! What for? You came for me? Is anything wrong?"
"I came out for some fresh air."
"But to come out on the street!" he protested, scandalized.
"I'm not exposed to view."