A week of her waiting had passed before Christina even mentioned the name of Ambrose Sault, and then it was in connection with the disposal of his room. Apparently he had paid his rent for a long period in advance, and Mrs. Colebrook refused to let the room again until the tenancy had expired.
"Mother is being sentimental over Ambrose and his room," said Christina, "but there is no reason why you shouldn't have the room, Evie. You've been aching for privacy as long as I can remember."
Evie shuddered.
"I couldn't sleep there, I'd be afraid he'd haunt me."
"I should be afraid he wouldn't," said Christina, with a little smile. "If you don't like the idea, I will have my bed put in there."
"No, no, please don't, Christina," begged the girl urgently, "I—I prefer to sleep here if you don't mind. I want to be with you as much as I can and I'm out all day."
"And home much earlier. Is it Ronnie or Teddy?"
"I'm seeing a lot of Teddy," replied Evie primly, "he is quite a nice boy."
"And Ronnie?"
"Leave Ronnie alone," Evie turned a good-humored smile to her. "He is too busy to meet me so often."