"Never mind!" She was sweet with it. "Perhaps I didn't bring it, after all."
"You don't think it is possibly—in your chair," he suggested, smiling a little.
He had come over and was standing quite close to her.
She glanced at him deprecatingly. "How clever in you, Julian!"
Her hand groped in the chair for the bag and found it—and she held it out, laughing at her mistake.
The two men smiled.
"So stupid—in me!" She took out a tiny handkerchief and shook it and the faintest scent of violets flew about the room.
The door opened. It was Miss Canfield, with a glass of water on a small round tray. She came across to the millionaire. "It is medicine time," she said quietly.
The millionaire drank it off and returned the glass to the tray and thanked her.
She looked down at him. "Is there anything else—you would like?" There was a clear, faint color in her cheeks, like a rose-leaf.