“I’ve wanted to see you—to be with you,” he stammered. “It’s been an eternity.”
Kitty’s soft laugh interrupted him. “Come and sit down,” she said. “I’m particularly glad you came to-night, for I want your advice badly.”
“You do?” Rodgers followed her to the leather-covered lounge and sat down by her. “What about?”
“Hush!” Kitty had caught the sound of Mandy’s heavy tread in the hall. “I’ll tell you later after we have had our coffee. Come in, Mandy.” Kitty raised her voice. “Bring the tray here and place it on this table.”
With Rodgers’ aid the old servant made room on the table for her tray, then, with a respectful “good night,” she stumped away, taking care to drop the portières back in place. As Rodgers bent to pick up a napkin which he had inadvertently dropped, Kitty caught sight of the cuts on his head partially covered by a dressing.
“Good gracious! What have you done to yourself?” she cried.
“Ran head first into a door,” replied Rodgers.
“Are you sure you are not badly hurt?” she asked gravely, noting the pallor of his usually ruddy cheeks. At the solicitude in her voice Rodgers colored and his eyes shone.
“Quite sure,” he said, then made haste to change the subject. “Have you seen Ben Potter to-day?”