"
She leaped from the bed with one bound, and, bare of foot and in
her nightgown only, rushed to the telephone. She called up the
Arkwrights, asked for Grant. "Wake him," she said. "If he is still
in bed tell him Miss Severence wishes to speak to him at once."
Within a moment Grant's agitated voice was coming over the wire:
"Is that you, Rita? What is the matter?"
"Come out here as soon as you can. How long will it be?"
"An hour. I really must shave."
"In an hour, then. Good-by."
Before the end of the hour she was pacing her favorite walk in the
garden, impatiently watching the point where he would appear. At
sight of her face he almost broke into a run. "What is it,
Margaret?" he cried.
"What have you been saying to Josh Craig?" she demanded.
"Nothing, I swear. I've been keeping out of his way. He came to
see me this morning--called me a dozen times on the telephone,
too. But I refused him."
She reflected. "I want you to go and bring him here," she said
presently. "No matter what he says, bring him."
"When?"
"Right away."
"If I have to use force." And Grant hastened away.
Hardly had he gone when Williams appeared, carrying a huge basket
of orchids.
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