The boy jumped a little.
She was speaking over her shoulder to him and she leaned back smilingly. "Would you mind, Julian, getting my bag for me? I left it in the car— So stupid of me!"
"With pleasure." The young man went toward the door. He glanced casually as he passed her at the chair she sat so airily upon.
There was a little smile on his lips as he closed the door.
[XXVI]
The widow's eyes followed him. "He is a dear boy," she said, with a motherly glance at the softly closing door.
Then her look changed and she leaned forward and touched the bowl of forget-me-nots with lightest finger-tip.