"I should like—I don't want to trouble you—anywhere would do—but I don't want to go home to-night——"
Dorothy made a swift and doubting mental calculation. Where could she put her?——
"I'm simply done up," muttered Amory closing her eyes.
"I'm afraid we could only give you a shakedown in the dining-room——"
"Yes—that would do——"
Dorothy went out to give Stan his orders. Stan swore. "Rather cool, one of that crew coming here, to-night of all nights!" But Dorothy was peremptory.
"It isn't cool at all. You don't know anything about it. You'll find blankets in the chest in your dressing-room, and mind you don't wake Noel. Then get some cushions—I'll air a pillowcase—and then you must go up there and tell them where she is—they'll be anxious——"
"Shall I bring those twins of hers back with me while I'm about it?" Stan asked satirically. "May as well put the lot up."
When he heard Dorothy's reply he thought that his wife really had gone mad.
"I've arranged that," she said. "We shall be putting the twins up for a time at Ludlow by and by while she and her husband go away somewhere for a change. It's the least we can do. Don't stand gaping there, Stan——"