“Thank you for your kind sympathy, Dick,” she answered. “One can always depend on you for delicacy of feeling and expression in time of trouble.”
He smiled as he shut the door.
“You tartar!” he said. “Be careful you don’t develop into a shrew as you get on in life.”
She noticed at once that he was looking unusually happy. There was even something almost of softness in his face, something almost of kindness, certainly of cordiality, in his eyes.
“Evidently coming into money hasn’t had a softening influence upon you,” he added.
To her surprise he took her into the ground floor studio and sat down on the big divan there.
“Aren’t we going upstairs?” she said.
“In a minute. Don’t be in such a blasted hurry, my girl!”
“Well, but—”
She followed his example and sat down.