"I'm not committing myself by any rash admissions," Stephanie smiled—and Gladys knew that the quarrel was ended.
Just then a motor car, driven at reckless speed, dashed over the hill and up to the Club-house—and Harry Lorraine sprang out.
Gladys glanced swiftly at Stephanie and around to Pendleton.
"I see him," said Stephanie quietly.
"He seems to be in a bit of a hurry," Pendleton remarked, as Lorraine hastily crossed the piazza and said a word to the doorman.
The latter saluted and replied.
Lorraine turned quickly in their direction—then hurried over.
"He is coming here!" said Gladys wonderingly; while Stephanie frowned slightly, and Pendleton began to drum lightly on one knee.
"I hope you will pardon me if I'm intruding," Lorraine apologized as he came up, "but I've a matter that won't bear delay—at least it won't bear delay according to my view.—May I sit down?"
He looked at Stephanie, and she, with a glance at the others, answered indifferently.