He himself was at home there such a
small portion of his time, and during the periods he spent there was so
careful never to bring within its walls any festival-making of his own,
he knew just how astonishing to the middle-aged housekeeper, the
solemn-faced old butler, and the rest of them, would be these midnight
orders. He was enjoying the giving of such orders all the more for that!
Old Matthew Kendrick assisted Mrs. Rufus Gray into his luxuriously
fitted, electric-lighted town-car as if she had been a royal personage,
wrapping about her soft, thick rugs until she was almost lost to view.
"Why, I couldn't be cold in this shut-in place," she protested. "Not a
breath could touch any one in here, I should say."
"I should call it pretty snug," Rufus Gray agreed with his wife, looking
about him at the comfortable appointments of the car. "But there's just
one thing a carriage like this wouldn't be good for, and that's taking a
party of young folks on a sleigh ride, on a snapping winter's night!"
His bright brown eyes regarded those of Matthew Kendrick with some
curiosity. "I reckon you never took that sort of a ride, when you were a
boy?" he queried.
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