Say the matter's important." Franklin withdrew.

"It's Adrian," said I, my mind rushing back to my horrible apprehensions of the summer.
"Or Doria.

I understood--" He waved a hand.
"Then Barbara must come." "She would in any case.

It may be Adrian, so I'll come too, if you'll let me." Let the great, capable fellow come?
I should think I would.

"For Heaven's sake, do," said I.
Barbara entered swinging housewifely keys.
"I'm dreadfully busy, dear.