She held up her hands helplessly.
"What a complication!" she breathed.—"What will Lorraine do, do you suppose?"
"I give it up," he replied, with a shake of his head. "No one can depend on him for anything—but if he is still of the mind he was this afternoon, it would be just as well for him and Amherst not to meet."
"We're waiting, Gladys!" came Mrs. Burleston's voice.
"Coming!" Gladys replied.—"You'll do your best to keep them apart, Montague?"
"Yes—I'll do what I can; but I may have a devil of a job, and then not succeed. Lorraine's himself again, you know—which means he is as erratic as a crazy man. However——"
"Where is he now, do you know?"
"He said he was tired and was going home."
"Then let us hope he'll stay there until morning," she said.