“Why, Steve!” she said, going toward him. “Why, Steve! what—”
He was very much excited.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, “you’re all right then! You are all right, aren’t you?”
“All right? Why shouldn’t I be all right? What do you mean? And why are you here?”
He returned her look of surprise with one of great astonishment.
“Why am I here?” he repeated.
“Yes. Why did you come from New Haven?”
“Why, because I got the telegram, of course! You expected me to come, didn’t you?”
“I expected you? Telegram? What telegram?”
“Why, the—Good Lord, Caro! what are you talking about? Didn’t you know they telegraphed me to come home at once? I’ve pretty nearly broke my neck, and the taxicab man’s, getting here from the station. I thought you must be very ill, or something worse.”