Mrs. Sewall didn't remain long with me in the library after dinner. She excused herself to retire early. I was to read aloud to her later, when Marie called me. I was dawdling over a bit of sewing as I waited. My thoughts were busy, my cheeks hot. The experience of the day, climaxing in Mrs. Sewall's warm words, had excited me, I suppose. I wondered if first nights before footlights on Broadway could be more thrilling than this success of mine. Was it my new feeling of sisterhood that so elated me--or was it, more, Mrs. Sewall's capitulation? Was I still susceptible to flattery? "Well, hello!" suddenly somebody interrupted. I recognized the voice. My heart skipped a beat, I think, but my practiced needle managed to finish its stitch. "Hello, there," the voice repeated, and I looked up and saw Breckenridge Sewall smiling broadly at me from between heavy portieres. "Hello, Breck," I said, and holding my head very high I inquired, "What are you doing _here_?" "Oh, I'm stopping here," he grinned. "What are _you_ doing?" "You know very well what I'm doing," I replied. "I'm your mother's private secretary. What are you doing around here, Breck?" He laughed. "You beat 'em all. I swear you do! What am I doing around here! You'd think I didn't have a right in my own house. You'd think it was your house, and I'd broken in. Well, seeing you ask, I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm observing a darned pretty girl, sitting in the corner of one of my sofas, in my library, and I don't object to it at all--not at all. Make yourself quite at home, my girl. Look here, aren't you glad to see a fellow back again?" He came over to me. "Put your hand there in mine and tell me so then. I've just come from the steamer. Nobody's extended greetings to me yet. I'm hurt." "Haven't you seen your mother?" I inquired coolly. "Not yet. The old lady'll keep. You come first on the program, little private secretary. Good Lord--private secretary! What do you know about that? Say, you're clever. Gee!" he broke off, "but it's good to get back. You're the first one I've seen except Perkins. Surprised?" He rested both hands on the table beside me, and leaned toward me. I kept on sewing. "Come, come," he said, "put it down. Don't you recollect I never was much on patience? Come, little private secretary, I'm just about at the end of my rope." "I think you ought to go upstairs and see your mother," I replied calmly. "Did she expect you?" "Sure. Sure, my dear. I 'phoned the mater to vanish. Savvy?" He was still leaning toward me. "Come, we're alone. I dropped everything on the spot to come to _you_. Now don't you suppose you can manage to drop that fancy-work stuff to say you're glad to see me?" "Please, Breck," I said, moving away from him a little. He was very near me. "Don't be in such a hurry. Please. You always had to give me time, you know. Would you mind opening a window? It's so warm in here. And then explain this surprising situation? I'd thank you if you would."