“But Curtis himself,” inquired Laura, “is he all right, is he well?”

“I only saw him once,” answered Landry. “He was in Mr. Gretry’s office. Yes, he looked all right. He’s nervous, of course. But Mr. Gretry looks like the sick man. He looks all frazzled out.”

“I guess, we’d better be going,” said Page, getting up from the table. “Have you had your breakfast, Landry? Won’t you have some coffee?”

“Oh, I breakfasted hours ago,” he answered. “But you are right. We had better be moving. If you are going to get a seat in the gallery, you must be there half an hour ahead of time, to say the least. Shall I take any word to your husband from you, Mrs. Jadwin?”