"What shall we do, sweet?" he asked, as the cool morning air brushed their faces. It was a glorious day.
"I don't care," replied Suzanne. "I promised to be at the Almerdings some time today, but I didn't say when. They won't think anything of it if I don't get there till after dinner. Will Mrs. Witla call up mama?"
"I don't think so. In fact, I'm sure she won't." He was thinking of his last conversation with Angela, when she said she would do nothing. "Is your mother likely to call you up?"
"I think not. Mama doesn't usually bother when she knows where I am going. If she does, they'll simply say I haven't come yet. Will Mrs. Witla tell her, if she calls up there?"
"I think not," he said. "No, I'm sure she won't. Angela wants time to think. She isn't going to do anything. She told me th
