"All right, I'll go at once. Wait for me. I'll be back in a minute. Then we can go down to dinner together."
Grace knocked lightly upon the door of the end room. It was opened by Kathleen herself.
"Good evening. Won't you come in?" Kathleen's voice was as cold and unfriendly as it had formerly been.
"Good evening." Somewhat puzzled at Kathleen's return to her old, cavalier manner, Grace hardly knew how to proceed. "Did you see today's paper?" she asked, by way of beginning.
"Which paper?" was the brusque inquiry.
"Why, the 'Evening Journal,' of course."
"Oh!" Kathleen's tense expression relaxed a trifle. "Yes, I saw it."
"I am so glad Chief Ellis kept his word. I hope you were on time with your New York story."
"Thank you. It went through nicely!" Kathleen answered in a low tone.
"I just stopped for a moment to ask you to come to a little jollification in Miriam's room to-night. We want Patience, too."