He did not know
what to argue from this, but determined to sit up and wait, and so sat
smoking before the fire and listening with his sense of hearing on a
strain for the first movement at the door.
He had not long to wait. The front door shut with a clash, and he
heard Mr. Lockwood crossing the hall quickly to the library, in which
he waited. Then the inner door was swung back, and Mr. Lockwood came
in with his head high and his eyes smiling brightly.
There was something in his step that had not been there before,
something light and vigorous, and he looked ten years younger. He
crossed the room to his writing-table without speaking and began
tossing the papers about on his desk. Then he closed the rolling-top
lid with a snap and looked up smiling.
"I shall have to ask you to look after things at the office for a
little while," he said. "Judge Burgoyne and I are going to Maryland
for a few weeks' shooting."
VAN BIBBER AND THE SWAN-BOATS
It was very hot in the Park, and young Van Bibber, who has a good
heart and a great deal more money than good-hearted people generally
get, was cross and somnolent. He had told his groom to bring a horse
he wanted to try to the Fifty-ninth Street entrance at ten o'clock,
and the groom had not appeared.
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