He hesitated a moment before mounting the steps.
"Can that," he murmured in amazement,--"can that possibly have been Mrs.
Alexander ?" When the servant admitted him, Mrs.Alexander was still standing in the hallway.

She heard him give his name, and came forward holding out her hand.
"Is it you, indeed, Professor Wilson?
I was afraid that you might get here before I did.

I was detained at a concert, and Bartley telephoned that he would be late.

Thomas will show you your room.

Had you rather have your tea brought to you there, or will you have it down here with me, while we wait for Bartley ?" Wilson was pleased to find that he had been the cause of her rapid walk, and with her he was even more vastly pleased than before.