Gale! It's Miss Laura to see you!"
He turned with a startled jerk of his head and his face slowly reddened.
But when he saw the maid's eager expression and saw that she was expecting
a scene, with a frown of displeasure he rose from his chair.
"Very well," he said, and he went to his daughter. He found her in the
living room. No repentant Magdalene, but quite unabashed and at her ease,
she came to her father quickly.
"Oh, dad, I'm so glad to see you, dear!" And she gave him a swift impetuous
kiss, her rich lips for an instant pressing warmly to his cheek.
"Laura!" he said thickly. "Come into my study, will you? I'm alone this
evening."
"I'm so glad you are!" she replied. She followed him in and he closed the
door. He glanced at her confusedly. In her warmth, her elegance, an
indefinable change in the tone and accent of her high magnetic voice, and
in her ardent smiling eyes, she seemed to him more the foreigner now. And
Roger's thoughts were in a whirl. What had happened? Had she married again?
"Is Edith here still?" she was asking.
"No, she's up in the mountains. She's living there," he answered.
"Edith? In the mountains?" demanded Laura, in surprise. And she asked
innumerable questions. He replied to each one of them carefully, slowly,
meanwhile getting control of himself.
"And Deborah married--married at last! How has it worked? Is she happy,
dad?"
"Very," he said.
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