The next morning Rosamond was still too sleepy and tired to rise and Patricia was afraid that she might be really ill. But she denied more than a slight cold--a "sleepy headache," as she called it--and asked to be left alone to sleep it out. Patricia left her still in bed when she started to the studio in the afternoon, though she seemed almost herself again. "Come in and tell me all about it the moment you get back," she called as Patricia left her. And Patricia promised blithely. CHAPTER IX ROSAMOND'S FRIEND Patricia kept her promise. She ran upstairs to the pretty rooms in Artemis Lodge with such a radiant face that Rosamond, who was sitting up trying to get interested in a magazine story, laid down the book with a sigh of relief. "You've had a wonderful time, I know," she said expectantly. "Throw your things on the couch and tell me all about it." Patricia complied joyfully. "Do you want to hear every scrap, just as it happened," she asked, "from beginning to end?" "From the very beginning to the very end," nodded Rosamond. "Well, then, I hustled over to the studio," Patricia told her, "and found them waiting for me. Elinor looked as sweet as ever and Bruce, of course, was just as he should be. We took the car to the hotel and just as we were going in, a violet-man pushed his tray right in front of me, and I must have looked at it pretty hard, for Bruce bought me the dearest duck of a bunch with cords and tassels on it. And, of course, that made me feel better still, for my suit isn't terribly gay, you know, having been selected when I was expecting to spend the whole winter in the country." "Was Elinor wearing her gray furs?" asked Rosamond with critical interest. Patricia nodded. "And her amethyst velvet," she said, with appreciation of her friend's fondness for such matters. "She has the sweetest hat to go with it, too, and she looked lovelier than anyone there. Norn is the dearest thing, and I believe she's so pretty because she's so good." This digression was not received with any show of enthusiasm, so she hurried on. "We went into the lobby--it's a stunning place. Awfully select and quiet, you know. And after sending up our names the page took us to her rooms, and we had to wait a moment in an outer room while the maid announced us; then we went right in, and there was Madame Milano, in the midst of a lot of chatting people, looking just as sociable and everyday as you please. She came straight over to us and shook hands as tight as Constance does, and then she introduced us to all the people there. Oh, Rosamond, I was never so excited in my life!" "Was it the musical set, or social?" asked Rosamond.