He might appear
careless and indifferent at times, but that was merely his manner. Had
not Mrs. Dunn told her over and over again what a good son he was, and
what a kind heart he had, and how he worshiped her? Oh, she ought to be
a very happy girl! Of course she was happy. But why had her uncle looked
at her as he did? And what did he mean by hinting that when things
looked right they sometimes were all wrong? She wished Malcolm was with
her then; she needed him.
She heard the clang of the elevator door. Then the bell rang furiously.
She heard Edwards hasten to answer it. Then, to her amazement, she heard
her brother's voice.
"Caroline!" demanded Stephen. "Caroline! Where are you?"
He burst into the room, still wearing his coat and hat, and carrying a
traveling bag in his hand.
"Why, Steve!" she said, going toward him. "Why, Steve! what--"
He was very much excited.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, "you're all right then! You are all right, aren't
you?
"All right? Why shouldn't I be all right? What do you mean? And why are
you here?"
He returned her look of surprise with one of great astonishment.
"Why am I here?" he repeated.
"Yes. Why did you come from New Haven?"
"Why, because I got the telegram, of course! You expected me to come,
didn't you?"
"_I_ expected you? Telegram? What telegram?"
"Why, the--Good Lord, Caro! what are you talking about? Didn't you know
they telegraphed me to come home at once? I've pretty nearly broke my
neck, and the taxicab man's, getting here from the station.
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