“When do you expect to return?” she asked.
“I do not know,” he said, reading something that was in her mind. “If I must go, the business which takes me will also fix my return.”
A servant approached.
“What is it, Hudson?” she asked.
“The telephone, Miss Cavendish. Pride’s Crossing wishes to talk with you.”
Croyden arose—it was better to make the farewell brief—and accompanied her to the doorway.
“Good-bye,” he said, simply. 34
“You must go?” she asked.
“Yes—there are some things that must be done to-night.”
She gave him another look.