"He appeared anxious to get to New York.

Said something about a sweetheart there.

You'll be glad if he doesn't come back to bother you again, won't you, Lee dear ?" She swung about, laughing.
"Oh, he'll show up." "I wasn't sure; he said he thought not." Lee emptied and put away his pipe.
"He'll come," was his assured reply.
"Then he must have been 'kidding' me." Her thoughtful air returned.

She picked a raveling from her sleeve, and stroked her fur, and inspected the tips of her gloves, and untied and retied the strings of her cap--all with an inscrutable face.

Then suddenly her mind appeared to be made up.
"Well, dear, run and bring your car and we'll pick up Imogene," she said, giving him a quick pat on the cheek.
Lee experienced an inward and involuntary shrinking at that touch.