Miss Velrose’s voice ... behind my chair. I must have dozed off for a while there.... Yes, it is Miss Velrose.
“It was an interesting picture,” laughed Miss Velrose from beyond the back of another chair, “‘Philosophy Asleep.’”
“Philosophy has been caught napping before this—and by Woman.”
“I should think Philosophy might need a good deal of sleep.”
“It learns more when it is awake.” I looked straight across into Miss Velrose’s burning blue eyes. “Where is Rollington?”
Miss Velrose underwent a slight change of color. “A person who has just awakened often asks such curious questions,” she said.
“I was awake a little while ago—when you were walking on the path leading from the pine grove. I wish you would be seated. It has been dull here. And you must be tired after walking from the Point.”