She had scarcely spoken when the door of Harry Boland’s office opened and the young man came out.
Patience drew her heavy veil down over her face and darted toward the outer door.
“Here is a corrected form of that contract, Miss Masters,” said young Boland brusquely.
CHAPTER XVI
JOHN BOLAND MEETS MARY RANDALL
But Patience did not leave the office of the Lake City Electrical Company as quickly as she had hoped to do. She was intercepted by the young man, who deliberately placed himself between her and the door, effectually blocking the way.
He eyed the small figure in black with an inquisitiveness which was almost rude, attempting to peer through the meshes of the heavy veil, as he spoke to Miss Masters:
“I beg your pardon, I thought you were alone.”