“Of course it’s no question of bother—but what is it?”
Freda had made no move to drop her cloak. She held it close around her as she stood against the inside of the door.
She told them as much as she could.
“I couldn’t go back.”
The eyes of her hearers were angry.
“Of course you couldn’t,” said Margaret, simply. “And you can perfectly well spend the night here. In the morning I’ll send for your clothes.”
She drew Freda, who was shivering now, over on the couch, then turned to Gregory.
“Good night, Gregory—again. You bring adventure with you.”
There was a smile in her eyes which he seemed to answer by a look in his own. Then he looked past her to Freda.
“Good night, little wanderer. I’ll see you to-morrow.”