She turned then and came towards him. He kissed her. Then he noticed how pale she was.
“Why, good Lord!” he exclaimed. “You’re white as a sheet.”
He was holding her face between his hands and the light from the window fell upon it. Her eyes were red.
“Good Lord!” he cried, in alarm. “You look sick, whether you are or not.”
“Do I? Yes, perhaps I do.”
“What is it? What’s the matter?”
She stepped back, although he tried to detain her.
“Uncle Foster,” she said, “I am glad you came up here. I hoped you would. Will you please close the door?”
“Eh? Shut the door? Why?... Humph! Well, all right, it’s shut. Now then— Say, for heaven’s sake, what is up, Esther? What’s all this privacy?”
“And will you please sit down and listen to what I have to say?”