He realized himself sunken in drowsy, unspeculative contentment.

Even the strange, emotional unrest and effervescence, which had been more or less over him since he had seen Charlotte Carroll, was in abeyance.

After all, he was not a passionate man, and he was not very young.

The young girl seemed to become merely a part of the gracious harmony which was lulling his soul and his senses to content and peace.

He was conscious of wondering what a man could want more than he had, as if he had suspected himself of guilt in that direction.
Then, suddenly, pell-mell into the office, starling the great cat to that extent that he sprang from his red cushion on the window-ledge, and slunk, flattening his long body against the floor, under the table, came the boy Eddy Carroll.