"It's all right. Larry's at the office."
"Fine." Bob gazed at her slim legs below the hem of the robe. "How nice you look today."
She laughed. "Be careful! Maybe I shouldn't let you in after all."
They looked at one another, half amused half frightened. Presently Bob said, "If you want, I'll—"
"No, for God's sake." She caught hold of his sleeve. "Just get out of the doorway so I can close it. Mrs. Peters across the street, you know."
She closed the door. "And I want to show you something," she said. "You haven't seen it."
He was interested. "An antique? Or what?"
She took his arm, leading him toward the dining-room. "You'll love it, Bobby." She stopped, wide-eyed. "I hope you will. You must; you must love it. It means so much to me—he means so much."
"He?" Bob frowned. "Who is he?"
Doris laughed. "You're jealous! Come on." A moment later they stood before the clock, looking up at it. "He'll come out in a few minutes. Wait until you see him. I know you two will get along just fine."