Got to see Morton right away; ought to have seen him before." Then he added in a more serious tone, "Don't get worried if I stay a day or two longer." "Well, then, go, you great bear, you," and she rose to her feet and shook out her skirts.

"I wouldn't let you stay, no matter what you said." She was not angry--she was only feeling about trying to put her finger on the particular button that controlled Max's movements.
"Worried?
Not a bit of it.

Stay as long as you please." There WAS a button, could she have found it.

It was marked "Caution," and when pressed communicated to the heir of Walnut Hill the intelligence that he was getting too fond of the pretty widow and that his only safety lay in temporary flight.

It was a favorite trick of his.