And yet, though self-control might restrain worry from the surface, it could not banish it from the private chambers of her being.
Mrs.De Peyster glanced at the open door of her bedroom--hesitated--then called: "Miss Gardner!" A trim and pretty girl stepped in.

"Yes, Mrs.De Peyster." "Will you please call up Judge Harvey's office once more, and inquire if there is any news about my son.

And ask when Judge Harvey will be here." Miss Gardner crossed to Mrs.De Peyster's desk and took up the telephone.
"Why, Cousin Caroline, has Jack--" "One moment, Olivetta,"-- motioning toward the telephone,--"until Miss Gardner is through." They sat silent until the receiver was hung up.

Mrs.De Peyster strove to keep anxiety from her voice.
"Well, Miss Gardner,--any trace of my son yet ?" "They have learned nothing whatever." "And--and Judge Harvey?
When will he be here ?" "His office said he was at a meeting of the directors of the New York and New England Railroad, and that he was coming here straight after the meeting." "Thank you, Miss Gardner.

You may now go on with the packing.