He spoke, as he always did, on the instant's inspiration:
"Miss Rand?"
"Yes."
"I'm alone such a lot—in my evenings I mean. I wonder—might I come down sometimes and just talk a little? You don't know how bad thinking too much is for me, and if I might——"
"Why, of course, Mr. Breton—whenever you like."
Seeing her now, he thought, just now, with her sudden colour she looked quite pretty.
"I expect you could advise me—help me in lots of ways——"
"If there's anything mother or I can do, Mr. Breton, you've only got to ask—Good night——"
The door closed behind her.
He went up to his room, a less miserable man.