"Medora expects him here?"

"I think so."

Randolph descended to the lower floor. Mrs. Phillips was alone, seatedbehind a tea-service that steamed with expectation.

"Going?" she asked.

"Going. Joe is grouchy and violent today. And he keeps on reminding me thatI have an office."

Medora glanced at the clock. Expectation seemed to be simmering down.

"Stay a few moments if you like. Forget the office a little longer. I'llmake some fresh."

"Not all these preparations for me?"

"Well, they're here. Take advantage."

"You're all alone?"