The next morning Adelle went straight to the terrace wall from her room
where she had her coffee. All she had to do was to step out of the
French window and around the corner of the house, for she had not yet
moved to the rooms designed for her in the other wing. This morning she
wished to know surely whether the mason had gone off on his spree or had
really turned back as she thought he had the night before. And there he
was on the job, sure enough! Upon her approach, he looked up and rumpled
his hat over his head, which was his shamefaced method of saluting a
lady. He still looked somewhat stormy, but there were no traces of
debauch in his eyes, and he was tossing in his mortar with a fine swing,
and handling the heavy stones as if they were loaves of bread.
"Good-morning, Mr. Clark," was all that Adelle said, and started to go
on.