During the days which followed, days in which Rod Norton lay quiet in a
darkened room, Virginia Page was conscious of having awakened some form
of interest in Caleb Patten. His eyes followed her when she came and
went, and, when she surprised them, were withdrawn swiftly, but not
before she had seen in them a speculative thoughtfulness. While she
noted this she gave it little thought, so occupied was her mind with
other matters. She had postponed, as long as she could, a talk with
Julius Struve, her spirit galled that she must in the end go to him
"like a beggar," as she expressed it to herself. But one day, her head
erect, she followed the hotel keeper into his office. In the hallway
she encountered Patten.
"May I have a word with you?" Patten asked.
But Virginia had steeled herself to the interview with Struve and would
no longer set it aside, even for a moment.
"If you care to wait on the veranda," she told Patten, "I'll be out in
a minute. I want to see Mr. Struve now."
Patten stood aside and watched her pass, the shrewdly questioning look
in his eyes. When she disappeared in the office he remained where she
had left him, listening. When she began to speak with Struve, her
voice rapid and hinting at nervousness, he came a quiet step nearer the
door she had closed after her.
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