"I am always glad to see you, Mr. Kara, or any other of my
husband's friends," she said steadily.

He inclined his head.

"To be a friend of your husband is something," he said, and then
as if remembering something, "I wanted to take a book away with me
- I wonder if your husband would mind my getting it?"

"I will find it for you."

"Don't let me bother you," he protested, "I know my way."

Without waiting for her permission he left the girl with the
unpleasant feeling that he was taking rather much for granted. He
was gone less than a minute and returned with a book under his
arm.

"I have not asked Lexman's permission to take it," he said, "but I
am rather interested in the author. Oh, here you are," he turned
to John who came in at that moment. "Might I take this book on
Mexico?" he asked. "I will return it in the morning."

They stood at the door, watching the tail light of the motor
disappear down the drive; and returned in silence to the drawing
room.

"You look worried, dear," she said, laying her hand on his
shoulder.