She kissed Gladys good-night and walked to the door.
"Maybe my dinner didn't quite agree with me!" she laughed—"though I'm not usually troubled that way."
"Wouldn't you better consider telling Montague?" Gladys urged.
"No—well, I'll think over it to-night. Sleep is a great clarifier."
"If you can sleep there isn't much the matter with your digestion, nor with your Porshinger worry," Gladys called after her as the door closed.
Stephanie did not take her walk the next morning. It was raining heavily, and when the men drove off she waved a farewell to Pendleton, who had glanced up at her window, and went back to bed.
Pendleton caught the flash of a white arm and raised his hat; but when the others followed his look there were only the closed curtains to greet them.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Monte," said Devereux.
"What?" Pendleton asked.