"I wondered if you could still be sleeping," said her hostess. "Do you know the time, young lady?"
Clancy shivered and yawned. "Eight o'clock?"
"Eleven-thirty," said Mrs. Walbrough. "And in the country we have luncheon early, as you know. Would you like your coffee here, or will you wait?"
"I want to eat with you," said Clancy.
"And with Tom and Philip Vandervent, too, I suppose."
"Are they here?"
Mrs. Walbrough nodded gravely.
"I got Tom on the 'phone after you went to bed last night. He came on the first train this morning. He wanted, of course, to do anything for Mrs. Carey that he could. But Mr. Randall is attending to everything. He and Mrs. Carey left on an early train for New York."
"And Mr. Vandervent?" Timidly, Clancy asked the question.
Mrs. Walbrough smiled.