The young man recognized the necessity for quick action. Colonel
Grand, whatever his motive for appearing so unexpectedly at the
Portman house, must be turned away without ceremony or consideration.
At any minute Thomas Braddock might return. A tragedy would be the
result; that was inevitable.
David started down the steps, passing the rigid, staring woman at the
top. He was vaguely aware of Roberta Grand's bow and of the look of
annoyance in the Colonel's face. Half-way down he called out:
"Colonel Grand, you must not stay here--not a second longer. I will
explain if you will let me ride with you for a couple of blocks."
Grand advanced.
"Young man," he said coldly, "I am here to see Mrs. Braddock on a
matter of importance. You will do well to subside."
David flushed angrily. "But Mrs. Braddock does not care to see you.
She--"
Grand came on up the steps, ignoring Jenison, addressing himself to
Mary Braddock.
"I have come to discuss Tom with you, Mary," he said. She started at
the use of her name, a hot wave of anger rushing over her.
"Go away!" she cried, in low, intense tones.
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