Christobel stood up to go. She apologized again for calling in at such an hour.
"We only just thought there was a chance of Pam--having come in with a message----"
"I'm sure you'll find it was all right, dear Crow," said Miss Lasarge, kissing her; "I--I expect it was somebody else. You'll find Pam is in bed and asleep, unless she is sitting with your mother."
"No doubt we shall find Pam is in bed, and she'll tell us she's asleep," said Adrian, as they went out through the gate.
"Oh, don't, Addie," begged Christobel, "I'm sure there's an explanation."
Silence ensued, then she continued:
"Didn't you think Miss Anne was a tiny bit--well--confused? I thought so."
"I thought she believed it was Pamela, but tried not to believe it, and was hunting round for excuses anyway. She certainly seemed a bit uncomfortable--besides, it's sheer rubbish to tell us it might be somebody else. She knows and we know that there isn't anybody else. But she's an awfully kind person--in fact, she's a regular little saint, she can't bear to think anybody is wrong."
As they were opening the big gates at the end of the drive, Christobel asked:
"Shall we tell Mother? What ought we to do about it?"