“I have wanted to see you for several days, Mr. Benson,” she said.
“Is anything wrong? What can I do?” He had led the way into the office; now he found a chair for her.
“There is something you can do,” said Virginia, seating herself.
“What, Mrs. Landray?”
She put out her gloved hand and rested it lightly on his arm.
“It's the one thing,” she said, smiling sadly. “I want your advice now; for later I shall want your help. It will soon be spring again, the Ohio will be open, the ice gone—”
“Yes, it can't be long now until you hear,” he prompted encouragingly. .
“But I am not going to wait to hear,” she said slowly.
“Not going to wait to hear?” he repeated, vaguely disquieted by her words and manner.
“No. I am going West to find Stephen.”