Lorraine shook himself—as though to get rid of his thoughts—and sat up.
"Cameron," he said, "what shall I do? Stephanie is back—she was here in the Club—just now. I met her on the front piazza—before them all!"
"I know," said Cameron, "I saw it."
Lorraine regarded him thoughtfully.
"And you followed me here so as to—it was mighty good of you, Steuart."
Cameron smiled sympathetically.
"What do you think you want to do?" said he.
Lorraine made a despairing gesture.
"I don't know—except that I shall never take her back," he replied.
"Um—what else is there to decide?" Cameron asked.