As soon as he is over with the meal, send him to me in the library.

Don't give him any hint until he has finished eating." "Is---is anything wrong ?" asked Mrs.Ripley, turning around quickly.
"Just a few little questions I want to talk over with the boy," replied Mr.Ripley.
It was shortly after one o'clock when Fred stepped into the library.
This apartment was really in two rooms, separated by folding doors.

In the front room Mr.Ripley had his desk, and did his writing.

Most of his books were in the rear room.

At the time when Fred entered the folding doors were closed.
"You wished to see me, sir ?" Fred asked, as he entered.
"Yes," said his father, pointing to a chair; "take a seat." "I hope it isn't anything that will take much time," hinted Fred.
"you know, sir, I've got to be at the field early this afternoon.
I am to pitch in one of the biggest-----" "I'll try to be very brief," replied the lawyer, quietly.