"I don't believe I can do that."
Rivett looked at him. "Try," he said briefly.
But Edgerton said aside to Diana:
"I can't get back to the studio before eight.... By the way, you have a key, you know, if you wish to go there at any time."
"Thank you, Jim. I may look in to-morrow sometime. I want to see—" She flushed, and hesitated; then calmly: "We left two trunks there, you know."
He nodded. "Go and rummage. The janitor has orders. He has taken splendid care of that big white cat of yours. You'll find everything in order, and quite comfortable."
So he made his adieux and went his way; and Mr. Dineen followed, and Jack and his father retired to their suite, and Silvette and Diana went to theirs.
"Little sister," whispered Silvette, leaning over Diana's pillow, where she lay, eyes closed; "are you any happier than you were this morning?"
"Yes."
"Very much?"