For just a moment she seemed about to lose her balance.

Then she felt an arm steadying her.

He had caught her and for an instant their eyes met.
"Well, Rodman--I scarcely thought it was as brazen as this!" They turned in surprise.
Mrs.Brainard was standing in the doorway.
She was a petite blonde little woman of the deceptive age which the beauty parlors convey to thousands of their assiduous patrons.
For a moment she looked coldly from one to the other.
"To what am I indebted for the pleasure of this unexpected visit, Sybil ?" asked Brainard with sarcastic emphasis.

"I shall finish those letters to-morrow, Miss Dunlap.

You need not wait for them." He held the door to his own office open for Mrs.Brainard.
Sybil Brainard shot a quick glance at Constance.