"Oh, yes!"
"With all your heart?"
"With all my heart, Teddy."
"Then—" He stopped and took her hand. "Doris!" …
He straightened up sharply. The door was opening. The servant announced—
"Mr. Bullard."
It was an awkward enough situation, but neither the girl nor the young man was heavy-witted. Doris rose slowly, languidly, it seemed, and though aware that her eyes must betray her, turned and greeted Bullard in cool, even tones. The two men exchanged perfunctory nods.
"Thanks, but I won't sit down," said Bullard. "I called to enquire for your father, and to see him, if at all possible. Is he feeling better to-night?"
"I think he is in the library at present," she replied, "but he has not yet got over his fatigue."
"Yes," he replied sympathetically, "he and I had too much trailing last week, but business must not be shirked, Miss Doris."