"Where is she? Outside?" he said all in a flutter. Sweeney informed him that she was waiting in an automobile.
He guessed that something serious must have happened and hurried down. Patsie's face was at the window, watching impatiently. When she saw him she relaxed momentarily with a sigh of relief.
"Why, Patsie, what's wrong?" he said instantly, taking her hand.
"You can come? It's important."
"Of course."
He jumped in and the car made off.
"Tell him to drive through the Park."
He transmitted the order. And then turned to look at her.
"I am so worried!" she said at once, gazing into his eyes, with eyes that held an indefinable fear.
He had not relinquished her hand since he had seated himself. He pressed it strongly, fighting back the desire to take her in his arms, that came to him with the spectacle of her misery. There flashed through his mind the details of his final parting with Doris and her ominous declaration of the ruin impending over her father. He had only half believed it then but now it flashed across his memory with instant conviction.