He breakfasted with Deborah late on Sunday morning.

He had come down at the usual hour despite his long tramp of the previous night, for he wanted to tell her the news and talk it all out before Laura came down--because Deborah, he hadn't a doubt, with her woman's curiosity had probed deep into Laura's affairs in the many long talks they had had in her room.

He had often heard them there.

And so, as he waited and waited and still his daughter did not come, Roger grew distinctly annoyed; and when at last she did appear, his greeting was perfunctory: "What kept you out so late last night ?" "Oh, I was having a very good time," said Deborah contentedly.

She poured herself some coffee.