“I had to come up to town to see about some clothes.”
He laid down his hat and turned to her.
“All alone?”
“All alone,” answered Bob coolly. “Even the housekeeper’s gone to see a sick sister and won’t be back until morning. I guess the caretaker’s in the basement—at least I told him to stay there.”
“You going to stay here alone all night?”
“Why not? It’s safe as a clock. Bars on mother’s windows and all the front of the house. Safety locks on the doors. Nothing stealable in the house and a telephone and house phone in my room.”
“All the same it’s—”
“Unconventional? By this time you ought to know I’m the most unconventional person on earth. Women don’t bother about conventions as they used to. We don’t need chaperons at our elbows, thank goodness!”
He smiled appreciatively.
“Let’s go upstairs to the library,” said Bob, “and tell me what you’ve been doing.”