"What is the matter?" she said quickly. She got down from the chair.
"I thought I should find you," replied the youth.
"Did you want me?"
"Yes."
"What has happened?"
He watched her smilingly. "I didn't say anything had happened.... I said I wanted you."
The color mounted swiftly and she turned to the pile of linen on the table and gathered it up. "I am rather busy this morning," she said quietly. "I thought you meant your father needed something."
"No—he doesn't need anything, I guess. They told me in the office, that you wanted me—they said you had left word for me. They made a mistake, perhaps." He spoke half teasingly and she lifted her chin.
"That was your father," she replied. "He didn't want to miss you." She sorted out the sheets impersonally. She had not looked at him after the first flurried minute.
"Do you want me to go away?" he said quietly.