Instead, she went to the bay window at
the end of the room, which afforded a view of the street, and glanced
out expectantly; then bent her attention upon her glove; after that,
looked out toward the street again, ceased to whistle, and turned
toward the interior of the room.
"Why, Georgie!"
She came, leaned over from behind him, and there was a faint,
exquisite odour as from distant apple blossoms as she kissed his
cheek. "Dear, I waited lunch almost an hour for you, but you didn't
come! Did you lunch out somewhere?"
"Yes." He did not look up from the book.
"Did you have plenty to eat?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to have Maggie get you something now
in the dining room? Or they could bring it to you here, if you think
it would be cozier. Shan't I--"
A tinkling bell was audible, and she moved to the doorway into the
hall. "I'm going out driving, dear. I--" She interrupted herself to
address the housemaid, who was passing through the hall: "I think it's
Mr. Morgan, Mary. Tell him I'll be there at once.
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