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"By the way, didn't you say he was coming early?"
She nodded. "That's what he told me this morning when I telephoned him
to remind him that it was to-night. He said he had something he wanted
to talk to me about. I knew I shouldn't have a minute, but I didn't say
so because I thought if he tried to get here early, he might miss being
late."
They heard, just then, faint and far-away, the ring of the door-bell, at
which she cried, "Oh, dear! There's some one already."
"Wait a second," he said. "Let's see if it's him."
The paneled walls and ceiling of their hall were very efficient
sounding-boards and there was no mistaking the voice they heard speaking
the moment the door opened--a voice with a crisp ring to it that sounded
always younger than his years. What he said didn't matter, just a
cheerful greeting to the butler. But what they heard the butler say to
him was disconcerting.
"You're terribly wet, sir."
Frederica turned on her husband a look of despair.
"He didn't come in a taxi! He's walked or something, through that rain!
Do run down and see what he's like.


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