She moved toward the door, drawing Julian into her wake.
Herman Medfield's eyes watched them. His lips grew a little compressed. "You have forgotten your hat, Julian," he said sharply.
The boy glanced back over his shoulder and flashed a smile at him. "I'm seeing Mrs. Cawein to her car. I'll be back in a minute, sir——"
She murmured deprecation as they went. "You really—do not need to come with me, Julian."
"But I want to," said the young man. He shifted his feet quickly and caught step with her as she plumed along beside him.
"Your father's looking very well!" she said.
"Isn't he!" The reply was absent.
She glanced at him sharply. "You must come and see me—I have missed you!"
His eye went past her to the car that was waiting. "It is very kind in you," he murmured.