“Gracious!” ejaculated the astonished Blynn.
“Don’t let me interrupt your rosary,” she laughed.
He jumped to his feet—still unadorned with shoes—and grasped both her extended hands.
“Well! Well!” he looked at her from several angles. “If this doesn’t beat the Pennsylvania-Dutch! How did you get here? Another ‘bee-line,’ eh? By the Great Horn Spoon, I’m glad to see you! Did the whole family come up? Where is Kate?” he made a motion as if to look into the hall, but quickly gave up because of the more overpowering desire to gaze at his entrancing visitor. “And how did you know I was here?”
“Hold on!” she stopped him. “This is no blooming quiz. I’m alone, mon capitaine. I just—came.”
His mind would not quite focus on the fact.
“I see!” he managed to say, but he did not see.
She produced a cardboard. “Thought I’d boost your little lecture by buying a ticket,” she explained.
“Alone!” he exclaimed. “When did you come?”
“On the Federal express, night before last. I mixed up your dates. Thought you were due in Boston yesterday. So I just naturally waited over.” She walked toward the window. “Great view you have here; simply great!” He seized the nearest pair of shoes and struggled into them. Then he followed her to the window.