“Who the devil’s that?” he cried. And then, seeing Philip: “Oh, it’s you.”
Philip stopped in embarrassment.
“I thought I’d come in and see how you were.”
“We were just working.”
Hunter broke into the conversation.
“When did you get back?”
“Five minutes ago.”
They sat and looked at him as though he was disturbing them. They evidently expected him to go quickly. Philip reddened.