It
was very evident that she loved service, that she loved the girl
to whom she gave constant attention. He understood exactly what
there was in her heart and why she felt as she did when he saw
Linda and Peter together and heard their manner of speaking to
each other, and made mental note of the many points of interest
which seemed to exist between them. He returned to San Francisco
with a good deal of a "See-the-conquering-hero-comes" mental
attitude. He went directly to his office, pausing on the way for
a box of candy and a bunch of Parma violets. His first act on
reaching the office was to send for Miss Thorne. Marian came
almost immediately, a worried look in her eyes. She sat in the
big, cushioned chair that was offered her, and smiled faintly
when the box was laid on her lap, topped with the violets. She
looked at Eugene Snow with an "I-wish-you-wouldn't" expression on
her face; but he smiled at her reassuringly.
"Nothing," he said. "Picked them up on the way from the station.
I made a hasty trip to that precious Lilac Valley of yours, and I
must say it pales your representation. It is a wonderfully
lovely spot."
Marian settled back in the chair. She picked up the violets and
ran an experienced finger around the stems until she found the
pin with which she fastened them at her waist. Then as they
occupied themselves making selections from the candy box he
looked smilingly at Marian. Her eyes noted the change in him.
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