CHAPTER ELEVEN
Volume II
“I’M AFRAID WE’RE awfully early, it’s only a little after four,” said Clara. “Cameron has an engagement later. I brought him with me—do you mind?”
In her dark-blue dress sprinkled with bright flowers, and her neat, uptilted hat, she looked older than she did in riding clothes; Gamadge thought she also looked tired.
“Delighted,” he said, shaking hands with her. Payne stood in the doorway, leaning on his stick; Harold, sliding past him on his way out, certainly appeared to be of a lesser breed, and decidedly without the law. “She always lugs me around everywhere with her,” said Payne gaily.
“Of course I do. Isn’t this a nice room!” She glanced about her. Her eyes came gently to rest on Theodore, who was busily arranging chairs and a low table in front of the dav
