"Come on, Hortie," she called.
Leaving Elisha absorbed in a saxophone solo, the two rounded the corner of the cottage and found themselves in the presence of Stanley Heath.
[Chapter XXI]
He was looking very fit and comfortable, lying at full length in a Gloucester hammock with cushions beneath his head, a book in his hand, and a package of cigarettes within reach.
"Sylvia!" he cried, springing up and advancing toward her with outstretched hand. "Sylvia! What a brick you are to come!"
Angry as she was, when face to face with him she could not resist the contagion of his smile.
"I'm glad to see you so well," she said. "This is Mr. Horatio Fuller of Alton City."
Horatio looked Heath up and down and then stepped forward and gripped his hand with unmistakable cordiality.