"Where is she?"
"Gone to her room, probably."
"You're sure she's not ill?" he demanded anxiously.
"Quite sure," smiled Fanny.
"That's the truth, is it?"
"Of course it is. She—she's a little tired, that's all."
He gave a deep sigh of relief and taking off his greatcoat, threw it together with his chauffeur's cap on the sofa.
"Thank God it's only that!" he exclaimed. "Jimmie said there was nothing the matter with her, but all the time I was coming up here I was thinking that perhaps suddenly she—" Pausing abruptly he said: "Tell her, please."
Without a word or attempting to enter into any explanations which, under cross-examination, might become embarrassing, Fanny went to Virginia's room and knocked at the door.
"It's someone to see you, Virgie!" she called out.