With the morning she had an idea.

Now, in a moment when the exhilaration of the gay life was at low ebb, she must see Stella.
It was early yet, but Stella was not at her hotel when Constance cautiously called up the office to find out.

Where was she?
Constance drove around to Charmant's on the chance that she might be there.

Vera greeted her a trifle coldly, she thought, but then this was not midnight at the Montmartre.

No, Stella was not there, she said, but nevertheless Constance decided to wait.
"I'm all unstrung," confided Constance, with an assumed air of languor, as she dropped into a chair.
Charmant, as fresh as if she had just emerged from the proverbial bandbox, nodded knowingly.