So astonished was she that she scarcely understood what he was about before they both were on the studio threshold—she instinctively retreating, he advancing, wreathed in a smile so remarkable that it fascinated her.
"What an odd thing of you to do," she said, still confused by the suddenness of his invasion, groping instinctively for the reason.
"You left word at the Plaza; I understood," he said, his eyes fairly popping at her, then palely roving around the place.
"'So this is your apartment?' he said."
"So this is your apartment?" he said. "What a discreet and charming little nest!"
"I think you don't understand," she said; "this is Mr. Edgerton's apartment."
He looked at her oddly, then burst into laughter.
"You clever girl!" he chuckled.
"What!" she said, bewildered.