So buried was Kent in his thoughts that he never heard Sylvester's
knock, and it was not until the clerk stood at his elbow that he
awoke from his absorption.
"A lady to see you, Mr. Kent," he announced. "Shall I show her in?"
"Certainly - her name?"
"She gave none." Sylvester paused on his way back to the door.
"It is one of the Misses McIntyre."
"Good Lord!" Kent was on his feet, straightening his tie and
brushing his rumpled hair. "Here, wait a minute "- clutching a
whisk broom in a frantic endeavor to remove some of the signs of
travel which still clung to him. But he had only opportunity for
one dab at his left shoulder before Barbara entered the office.
All else forgotten, Kent tossed down the whisk broom and the next
instant he had clasped her hand in both of his, his eyes telling
more eloquently than his stumbling words, his joy at seeing her
again.
"This is a business call," she stated demurely, on you and Mr.
Rochester." Her lovely eyes held a glint of mischief as she
mentioned Kent's partner, then her expression grew serious.
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