By the by, I hope I didn't pop in too far ahead of
time this afternoon. You asked me to come at four. I'm half an hour
early. Were you occupied with anything--"
"I was not busy. A few letters,--but they can wait." He caught the
faint shadow of a cloud as it flitted across her eyes. "They are
all personal,--nothing important in any of them, I am sure."
She shot a quick glance at the folded check and, arising abruptly,
went over to the table where, with apparent unconcern, she ran
through the little pile of letters. He saw her pick up the check
and thrust it into the pocket of her sport skirt. Then she returned
to the fireplace. The cloud was on her brow again as she stared
darkly into the crackling flames. He knew now that it was Strong's
letter she had destroyed in anger. He would have given much to
know what the man she despised so heartily had written to her. If
he could have seen that brief note he would have read:
DEAR ALIX:
I enclose my checque for two-fifty. If all goes well I hope to
clean up the indebtedness by the first of the year. In any case, I
am sure it can be accomplished by early spring. You may thank the
flu for my present prosperity. It has been pretty bad here in the
East again, although not so virulent as before. Please credit me
with the amount. This leaves me owing you five hundred dollars. It
should not take long to wipe it out entirely, interest and all.
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