I've got a good many places I can go to while I'm over here, you know.

You mustn't have me on your mind.' 'O Franklin!' Althea almost sobbed; 'you are an angel.

Of course I want you to stay for as long as you will; of course I love to have you here.' He was an angel, indeed, she felt, and another dart of hostility towards Helen went through her--Helen, cynical, unspiritual, blind to angels.
So Franklin stayed on, and the next day another guest arrived.

It was at breakfast that Althea found at her place a little note from Gerald Digby asking her very prettily if she could take him in that evening.

He was in town and would start at once if she could wire that he might come.
Althea controlled, as best she could, her shock of delight.