"Did she say who the two girls were?" asked Janet thoughtfully.
"I don't know," said Becky. "He didn't remember the names, if she did. Do you know who they were, Janet?"
"The two blind girls, I am disposed to think." Becky laughed.
"What wouldn't Van give to know that."
"You won't tell him," said Janet in alarm.
"Not I." She began smiling, however, till her smile grew into a laugh.
"You're going to do some sly trick, Becky Burdett," exclaimed Janet.
"No, really, I am not," she replied. "I shall simply let matters take their course. There come some of the girls: I will talk to you later."
But later there was no opportunity, and Janet returned from the meeting with only the information that she had hoped to gain, and with no new facts about her now half-forgotten hero.
She hastened to Cordelia's room, which was the meeting place of half a dozen kindred spirits who gathered there under any pretext. Cordelia was deep in the mysteries of panuche, but looked up with a welcoming smile.