XV IN THE CONSERVATORY
"How does Porshinger seem to be doing?" asked Miss Chamberlain, as five weeks or so later she and Stephanie were having luncheon together in town.
"Very well, indeed, so far as I can judge," the latter answered.
"I don't know anyone who is more competent to judge," Gladys smiled. "He now is your shadow. Any indication of any attempt on Montague?"
"None.—Indeed, he has been rather complimentary of late to Montague, in a mild sort of way."
"Beware the Greeks bearing gifts."
"I am being aware.—Montague doesn't like it at all; in fact, we've quarrelled."
"Quarrelled with Montague!" cried Gladys. "I can't believe it!"