I
recognized her the moment I entered the waiting-room on my
office floor. Her hair was almost white and she had grown rather
fleshy, but her face had not changed. She wore a large, becoming
hat and was quite neatly dressed generally
The blood surged to my face. Her presence was a bewildering
surprise to me
There were three other people in the room and I had to be on my
guard
"How are you?" I said, rushing over to her
She stood up and we shook hands. I took her into my private office
through my private corridor.
"Dora! Well, well!" I murmured in a delirium of embarrassment
"I have come to tell you not to mind Margolis and not to call at the
house," she said, gravely, looking me full in the face. "It would be
awful if you did. He is out of his mind. He is--"
"Wait a minute, Dora," I interrupted her. "There'll be plenty of
time to talk of that. First tell me something about yourself. How
have you been? How are the children?" She was like an old song
that had once held me under its sway, but which now appealed to
me as a memory only.
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