anxiously towards her for a second, "this is a little too—a little too—"
Her face cleared at his change of tone. "I know," she returned eagerly, "I know just what you mean, Lindsay. I think so, too. Anybody would think—"
"That's it," he said briefly.
"You say you thought so yourself at first," she added, looking uncomfortably at the bent figure in the chair, "and that made him feel—"
"Well, well, I understand now," Lindsay interrupted irritably, "it's all right now, Caroline. Hadn't you better go? Mr.—Mr. Barker and I will come along later."
"Oh, I'll wait and go with you, Lin," she returned, almost assured, now, "why do I have to go first?"
The man lifted his head; at sight of the young fellow's nervous perplexity he smiled faintly.
"Suppose you run along, Missy," he suggested; "your cousin and I want to talk business, and—and then I must be hurrying on—hurrying on,"
