“Then don’t think of it. Tell Waring I’ll be down presently.”
He went down-stairs again, and Miss Balfour returned to the room.
“Was that Mr. Yesler?” quietly asked a voice from the bed.
“Yes, dear. He has gone back to the hotel. He asked about you, of course.”
“He is very kind.”
“It was thoughtful, since you only saved his life,” admitted the ironical Miss Balfour.
“Wasn’t it fortunate that we were up?”
“Very fortunate for him that you were.”
Virginia crossed the room to the bed and kissed her friend with some subtle significance too elusive for words. Laska appeared, however to appreciate it. At least, she blushed.