For Adele felt in honour bound to keep Patty's secret, unless the girl herself released her from her promise. As soon as she could, Adele excused herself and left the two men to smoke and chat together. She went to Patty's room, determined to find out the true state of affairs. But Patty was asleep, and so profoundly did she slumber that it seemed a shame to waken her. So the game went on. Adele went back downstairs, and the three friends spent a pleasant evening together. At bedtime Farnsworth declared his intention of leaving in the morning, and sure that he would do so, Adele hospitably urged him to remain till after dinner. To her surprise, he acquiesced, and said he would go down to New York on a late afternoon train. "Now, you have done it!" said Kenerley to his wife, after their guest had gone to his room. "I know it, Jim. It was all my fault! But I never dreamed he'd stay over so easily! Oh, if I'd only let him go on the morning train!" "We'll have to keep up the hide and seek." "Yes, and we can do it. Only it would have been so much easier the other way." "Perhaps Patty will relent." "Not she! If you had seen her eyes flash, when she spoke of him. She's desperately angry with him, for some reason. But tomorrow morning will be all right. And I'll plan the day. There'll be no trouble." Adele's clever managing made her words good. Patty had breakfast in her room, of course, and at nine o'clock, Farnsworth and the Kenerleys had their own morning meal. A pleasant affair it was in the sunny dining-room, and, without seeming to do so, Adele tactfully gave her guest an opportunity to depart, by saying that Jim had to go for a long trip in the motor. But Farnsworth said, "Good! I'll go along. Unless I'm in the way, old chap?" "Not at all," returned Kenerley, cordially, and that matter was settled. The two men left about eleven, and Adele went to Patty's room. "I'm all over my tired-outness," declared a very fresh-looking, rosy young person. "I've had my tub, and now I'm going to dress up and behave like a good citizen. You're a duck, Adele, to put up with a worn-out wreck, as I was yesterday, but now I'm myself again. I want to go for a motor ride, and for a walk, and eat a big luncheon, and come back to life, generally." "Good for you! And have you settled all the troublesome affairs that were bothering you?" "How did you know I had any?" "Now, don't confide in me unless you want to." Wily Adele knew the touch of perversity in Patty's make-up. "Oh, there's nothing much to confide. I got fearfully mad at Bill Farnsworth, and I ran up here to get away from him. That's the story of my life." "What was the bone of contention?" "Well, I suppose I was. Also, he was very rude and unmannerly. Also,--and this is why I hate him so,--he's suddenly grown rich, Adele, and he's terribly ostentatious about it----" "Bill Farnsworth ostentatious! I don't believe it!"