XV
And now it was night again and Rose hurried away to the tryst. She made no doubt that she should find him there.
"Playmate!" she called.
"Here," answered the voice. "There's your chair. There's your throne."
She plunged into the thick of the confidence intended for him.
"He has come."
"I know it. Peter told me."
"It's all as bad as I thought. Playmate, I'm afraid I shall have to go away."
"Can't you stand up to it?"
"I don't know. It's pretty bad."