Felix was over an hour late, something which had never happened before and something which could not have happened now unless he had either overslept himself--an unbelievable fact, or was ill--a calamity which could not be thought of for a moment.
While a nod and a faint smile had done for Kitty, and a "No, I was not very well last night," had sufficed for Kling, whose eyebrows made the inquiry--he never finding fault with O'Day for lapses of any kind--the case was far different when it came to Masie.

The little lady had to be coaxed into one of the easy chairs in the improvised office and comforted with an arm around her shoulder, to say nothing of having her hair smoothed back from her face, followed by a kiss on her white forehead, before her overwrought anxieties were allayed.
That he was not himself was apparent to every one.

Masie was still sure of it when she bade him good-by, and Kling became convinced of it long before the day was over.

As the afternoon wore on, however, he grew calmer.

His indomitable will began to reassert itself.