Charmian had really given up several parties, and explained why she could not go to them to inquiring hostesses of the "set."
"I want you to let us pendre la crémaillère to-morrow evening all alone, just you and I together."
"In the studio?"
"Of course."
"Well, but"—he smiled, then laughed rather awkwardly—"but what could we do there all alone? What is there to do? And, besides, there's that party at Mrs. Shiffney's to-morrow night. We were both going to that."
"We could go there afterward if we felt inclined. But—I don't know that I want to go to Adelaide Shiffney just now."
"But why not?"
"Perhaps—only perhaps, remember—I'll tell you to-morrow night in the studio."
She assumed in the last words that the matter was settled, and Claude raised no further objection. He saw she was set upon the carrying out of her plan. There was will in her long eyes. He could not help fancying that either she had some surprise in store for him, or that she meant to do, or say, something extremely definite, which she had already decided upon in her mind, to-morrow in the studio.
He felt slightly uneasy.