Virginia explained. “The Leighs are out of the city to-night, and it happens that even the servants are gone. I asked Miss Lowe to stay with me all night, but, of course, she feels feverish and nervous after this excitement. Couldn’t you send a man to watch the rest of the night out in the house?” “Why don’t you stay, Mr. Yesler?” the doctor suggested. “You could sleep here, no doubt.” “You might have your meeting here. It is neutral ground. I can phone to Mr. Ridgway,” proposed Virginia in a low voice to Yesler. “Doesn’t that seem to imply that I’m afraid to leave?” laughed Yesler. “It implies that we are afraid to have you. Laska would worry both on your account and our own. I think you owe it to her to stay.” “Oh, if that’s the way it strikes you,” he agreed. “Fact is, I don’t quite like to leave you anyhow. We’ll take Leigh’s study. I don’t think we shall disturb you at all.” “I’m sure you won’t—and before you go, you’ll let us know what you have decided to do.” “We shall not be through before morning. You’ll be asleep by then,” he made answer. “No, I couldn’t sleep till I know all about it.” “Nor I,” agreed Laska. “I want to know all about everything.” “My dear young lady, you are to take the sleeping-powders and get a good rest,” the doctor demurred. “All about everything is too large an order for your good just now.” Virginia nodded in a businesslike way. “Yes, you’re to go to sleep, Laska, and when you waken I’ll tell you all about it.” “That would be better,” smiled Yesler, and Virginia thought it significant that her friend made no further protest. Gray streaks began to show in the sky before Yesler tapped on the door of Virginia’s room. She had discarded the rather elaborate evening gown he had last seen her in, and was wearing some soft fabric which hung from the shoulders in straight lines, and defined the figure while lending the effect of a loose and flowing drapery. “How is your patient?” he asked. “She has dropped into a good sleep,” the girl whispered. “I am sure we don’t need to worry about her at all.” “Nevertheless, it’s a luxury I’m going to permit myself for a day or two,” he smiled. “I don’t have my life saved by a young lady very often.” “I’m sure you will enjoy worrying about her,” she laughed. He got back at her promptly. “There’s somebody down-stairs worrying about you. He wants to know if there is anything he can do for you, and suggests inviting himself for breakfast in order to make sure.” “Mr. Ridgway?” “How did you guess it first crack? Mr. Ridgway it is.” She considered a moment. “Yes, tell him to stay. Molly will be back in time to make breakfast, and I want to talk to him. Now tell me what you did.” “We did Mr. Warner. At least I hope so,” he chuckled. “I’m so glad. And who is to be senator? Is it Waring?” “No. It wouldn’t have been possible to elect him even if we had wanted to.” “And you didn’t want to,” she flashed.