15/83 Caleb Hammond's conversation too often was confined to a range bordered by rheumatism on the one hand and bronchitis on the other. No one seemed in a hurry, no one appeared to care what the time might be, and no one grumbled. Mr.Daniels was particularly affable and gracious; he even condescended to joke. He was wearing his best and newest suit and his tie was carefully arranged. She had been for a walk along the bluff, and the sea breeze had crimsoned her cheeks and blown her hair about. |