"That's Mrs. Owen and my grandfather," said Sylvia.
"I wonder—" began Dan, grave at once.
"You're wondering," said Sylvia, "whether my grandfather will remember you."
She recalled very well her grandfather's unusual seriousness after Harwood's visit; it seemed wiser not to bring the matter again to his attention.
"I think it would be better if he didn't," replied Dan, relieved that she had anticipated his thought.
"I was only a messenger boy anyhow and I didn't know what my errand was about that day."
"He doesn't remember faces well," said Sylvia, "and wouldn't be likely to know you."
As Mrs. Owen asked Dan to her office at once, it was unnecessary for Sylvia to introduce him to her grandfather.
Alone with Mrs. Owen, Dan's business was quickly transacted. She produced an abstract of title and bade him read aloud the description of the property conveyed while she held the deed. At one point she took a pen and crossed a t; otherwise the work of Wright and Fitch was approved. When she had signed her name, and while Dan was filling in the certificate, she scrutinized him closely.
"You're in Mr. Fitch's office, are you?" she inquired.