Alpha Book

Lansing was saying: "I'll drive as far as the club with you, and then
you can drop me and come back later."
"Right, my son; I'll finish a letter and then come back--"
"Can't you write it at the club?"
"Not that letter," he replied in a low voice; and, turning to Eileen,
smiled his absent, detached smile, offering his hand.
But she lay back, looking straight up at him.
"Are you going?"
"Yes; I have several--"
"Stay with me," she said in a low voice.
For a moment the words meant nothing; then blank surprise silenced him,
followed by curiosity.
"Is there something you wished to tell me?" he asked.
"N-no."
His perplexity and surprise grew. "Wait a second, Boots," he said; and
Mr. Lansing, being a fairly intelligent young man, went out and down the
stairway.
"Now," he said, too kindly, too soothingly, "what is it, Eileen?"
"Nothing. I thought--but I don't care. Please go, Captain Selwyn."
"No, I shall not until you tell me what troubles you.


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