“I don’t know⁠—I don’t know,” murmured Mrs. Wessels vaguely. No one seemed ready to act upon Laura’s suggestion, and again the minutes passed.

“I’m going,” declared Laura again, looking at the other two, as if to demand what they had to say against the idea.

“I just couldn’t,” declared Page flatly.

“Well,” continued Laura, “I’ll wait just three minutes more, and then if the Cresslers are not here I will speak to him. It seems to me to be perfectly natural, and not at all bold.”

She waited three minutes, and the Cresslers still failing to appear, temporised yet further, for the twentieth time repeating:

“I don’t see⁠—I can’t understand.”

Then, abruptly drawing her cape about her, she crossed the vestibule and came up to Jadwin.