She wondered if he meant to let her go without farewell.
She found the master of the house lying on a couch sorting his correspondence.

He pushed everything aside at her entrance.
"Come in, Lady Carfax! I am glad not to have missed you.

A pity you have to leave so soon." "I only wish I could stop longer," Anne said.

He looked up at her, holding her hand, his shrewd blue eyes full of the most candid friendliness.
"You will come again, I hope, when you can," he said.
"Thank you," she answered gently.
He still held her hand.

"And if at any time you need the help--or comfort--of friends," he said, "you won't forget where to look ?" "Thank you," she said again.
"Is Nap driving you ?" he asked.
"No," said Bertie.