A half hour later Dorothea and Miss Imogene were back in the girl’s room for the night.
“What did Val Tracy say to you, child?” Miss Imogene demanded in an undertone, when they were at last alone.
“Nothing whatever to do with Mr. Stanchfield,” Dorothea answered.
“Are you sure?” Miss Imogene asked anxiously.
“Quite sure, Cousin Imogene,” Dorothea answered. “Did he say anything to you? Does he know?”
“I can’t tell, and that’s the truth,” Miss Imogene replied slowly. “We can only wait. Sometimes I think he knows and then I—I don’t know what I think; but I shall be up at daylight to see what has happened.”
Dorothea blew out the candle a little later and crept into bed beside Miss Imogene.
“I wish it was one of the others who was going to betray us,” she whispered.
“Why do you wish that?” demanded Miss Imogene.
“Because I like him,” Dorothea confessed frankly. “But of course he’s in love with April. He told me as much.”