On the next evening, Saturday, while Roger ate his dinner, Laura came to sit with him.

She herself was dining out.

That she should have dressed so early in order to keep him company had caused her father some surprise, and a faint suspicion entered his mind that she had overdrawn at the bank, as she had the last time she sat with him like this.

Her manner certainly was a bit strange.
But Roger put the thought aside.

Whatever she wanted, Laura was worth it.
In a tingling fashion he felt what a glorious time she was having, what a gorgeous town she knew.