"I believe there's some Bourbon left in the bottle," he admitted.
"'Twill have to do," she said with a grimace. "I believe I'll climb the steps and have a highball. We ought to toast the piece, you know. It's been good to us."
"I thought you were too tired," suggested the author in surprise. "We might have stopped where they had champagne."
"I didn't want wine. But I need a quiet little chat to work off this nervousness."
In his sitting-room Bobby announced, "I've got to pack. I'm leaving in the morning. Deprayne will entertain you with traveler's tales."
Miss Bristol paused with her hands raised and her hatpins half drawn. Her face, for a moment, clouded.
"Where are you going?"
"Out west for a month or two."
"Oh," she said slowly. "What's the idea? Girl?"
He shook his head.