"Yes, it is on that business that I am engaged."
"And you will tell me nothing about it." There was a trace of
bitterness in her tone, and giving a shrug of resentful resignation she
opened the door to the library and preceded me into the room.
Mr. Baldwin sat there wrapped in his superiority to all created things,
and gave me a stiff nod of recognition, but melted into something
resembling geniality as Laura Kendrick took a chair by his side. Mercy
Fillmore had come in at the other door while we had been carrying on our
skirmish in the hall, and now made room for me on the sofa beside her.
"I'm glad you came," she said. "I wanted to ask you something." The
soothing quality of Mercy Fillmore's voice and manner was doubly welcome
after the rasping that Laura Kendrick had managed to inflict upon my
spirit as the just punishment for the crime of incommunicativeness.