A few minutes later the yellow car rolled up to the door.
In the hall Mrs. Dunn whispered a reassuring word to her departing
guest.
"Now enjoy yourself, dear," she whispered. "Have a nice ride and
don't worry about me. If he--if our encumbrance bores me too much I
shall--well, I shall plead a headache and leave him to his own devices.
Besides, he isn't so VERY dreadful, is he?"
Caroline shook her head. "No," she answered, "he is a good man. I
understand him better than I did and--yes, I like him better, too."
"Oh!... Indeed! Well, good-by, dear. Good-by."
The yellow car roared as the chauffeur cranked it, then moved off up
the crowded avenue. Mrs. Dunn watched it until it was out of sight.
Her brows were drawn together, and she seemed puzzled and just a bit
disconcerted. However, when she returned to the drawing-room, her
gracious smile had returned, and her bland condescension was again in
evidence.
Captain Elisha had been standing by the window. She begged him to be
seated. He thanked her, but looked dubiously at the Louis XVI chair
indicated. She noticed the look.
"Suppose we go into the library," she said. "It is much less formal. And
there is a fire--for us OLD folks," with a slight accent on the word.
The library was more homelike.
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