Mr. Stewart looked at the excited little man as if he would have liked to say a few plain words to him; apparently it was only with an effort he refrained. He turned to Mrs. Van Groot.
“Do you object to taking Mr. Rothenstein in your auto? I can squeeze him in with me beside the driver.”
The lady’s manner was conclusive; her words could not have been plainer. She was moving towards the door as she was speaking.
“I do object. Miss Fraser, are you ready? How long does it take you to put a hat on?”
The girl gave her a demonstration on the subject then and there. Her hat was on the table which stood against a wall, where she had left it on her return from the nursing home. It was on her head, and being secured in its place, as she followed the lady across the room. Mr. Bennington opened th
