She ran after him now, and came tripping lightly at his side up the steps.

She put her arm through his.
"Terence dear, you are not going back to work again ?" she pleaded.
He stopped, and from his fine height looked down upon her with a curious smile.

Slowly he disengaged his arm from the clasp of her own.

"I am afraid I must," he answered coldly.

"I have a great deal to do, and I am short of a secretary.