CHAPTER XXII
Geraldine Brand sat in her place at the table of Tydvil Jones, just as she had sat two mornings earlier, swishing the blade of a paper knife through the envelopes of the morning mail. But her mind was not on her work. Geraldine was listening, and was beginning to fear she would listen in vain. She had almost lost hope when she heard an uncertain step approaching the door of the office. It was a step she could have picked out from an army, despite its hesitation. If Billy Brewer could have seen the light in Geraldine's eyes as she raised her head at the sound, he would not have delayed his entrance.
When he did summon up courage to cross the threshold; her head was bent intently over her work. His eyes were so absorbed in the general beauty of the girlscape, that they missed
