"I’m _sure_ you’ll find it was all right, dear Crow," said Miss Lasarge, kissing her; "I--I expect it was somebody else.  You’ll find Pam is in bed and asleep, unless she is sitting with your mother."

"No doubt we shall find Pam is in bed, and she’ll tell us she’s asleep," said Adrian, as they went out through the gate.

"Oh, don’t, Addie," begged Christobel, "I’m sure there’s an explanation."

Silence ensued, then she continued:

"Didn’t you think Miss Anne was a tiny bit--well--confused? I thought so."

"_I_ thought she believed it was Pamela, but tried not to believe it, and was hunting round for excuses anyway. She certainly seemed a bit uncomfortable--besides, it’s sheer rubbish to tell us it might be somebody else.  She knows and we know that there isn’t anybody else. But she’s an awfully kind person--in fact, she’s a regular little saint, she can’t bear to think anybody is wrong."

As they were opening the big gates at the end of the drive, Christobel asked:

"Shall we tell Mother?  What _ought_ we to do about it?"

"You mean about seeing Pam?"

"Yes.  Suppose we find Mother knows nothing and is secure and comfortable as usual, and that Pam is up in her room.  Well, what ought we to do?"

"Oh, I don’t know," said Adrian irritably, "it’s sickening. One can’t go clacking to Mother about Pam--it simply isn’t done," he shut the gates with a vicious snap.

"That’s what I thought," Crow was relieved, "let’s wait and see what Pam says--I’ll go and ask her to-night."

"Just as you like," agreed Adrian indifferently, and they went in.

Mrs. Romilly was reading the paper; she was delighted to see them, and eager to hear all details.  She said she had not been anxious, because Pam told her they proposed landing if the weather was bad.  At this point Adrian turned his head discreetly to conceal a smile.  When the storm passed she had been quite happy; and, when the telegram came, had considered it all a most wise arrangement.

"Your hair looks so nice, darling," she said, looking approvingly at Adrian’s sleek head.

Pleading sleepiness the two went off to bed, and on the landing upstairs Christobel said: "Wait a minute," and slipped down to Pamela’s 

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