His ear was almost as quick and accurate as was Adam Gaudylock's, and he rightly thought he knew the step.

A somewhat strange smile was on his lips when Ludwell Cary knocked lightly at the blue room door.

"Come in!" called Rand, and Cary, entering, closed the door behind him and came up to the bed with an outstretched hand and a pleasant light upon his handsome face.
"Ah, Mr.Rand," he said, smiling, "I see my revenge.

I shall sit each day by your bedside, and read you the Federalist! How is the arm?
Your right! That's bad!" "It will heal," answered Rand.

"Will you not take a chair ?" Cary pushed the easy chair nearer the bed, and sat down.