“I will,” promised Duncan, turning back to say good-bye to Admiral Lawrence.
“Can you spare me a few minutes now, Duncan?” the latter asked anxiously.
“Certainly, sir; my time is at your disposal.”
Admiral Lawrence surveyed the room in silence; then led the way to the farther end, where two chairs stood by themselves.
“Sit down, Duncan,” he said, dragging his seat nearer the window. “We’re out of ear-shot over here, and I’ve something important to say to you,” he stopped, and Duncan waited respectfully for him to continue. “I called up your house yesterday, and your butler told me your father was out of town.”
“He went over to Philadelphia on business; we are expecting him back tomorrow or next day.”
“I may not be in town when he returns; therefore I must speak to you,” the Admiral paused, “about a very delicate matter....”
“Yes,” put in Duncan encouragingly, as his companion again paused.
“Marjorie Langdon is in your mother’s employ, is she not?”
“Yes.” But Duncan’s slight start was not observed by the Admiral, who continued his questions.