"Oh, yes, indeed," he answered, by no means including Dunbarton in the confidence. "No less a personage than the priestess of Amen Ra."
She looked at him suspiciously, while the veriest suggestion of a blush suffused her cheek.
"Is there anything about photographs in it?" she demanded, regarding him defiantly.
"Yes," he replied, "there is; a lot!"
"Then I don't care to hear it, for it's certain to be stupid," she protested, pouting.
"It is," he told her, frankly; "and I shall not inflict it on you now. But some day, when we know each other better."
"We start for Boston to-morrow morning early," she interrupted; "and from there we go to Bar Harbor for mamma's hay fever. We're staying at the Waldorf."
"Then I shall return the camera this evening," said Morewood.
"If you do," she said, "my Cousin Jack will be very glad to talk photographs with you."