The hours rang from some unseen clock, and in the end the paling dawn filtered across the white roofs of Christmas morning. Clarice Stuart, noiseless as a shadow, rose and extinguished the useless candle. Some one touched her on the shoulder. It was Doctor Lampson, his finger on his lips. She glanced at the bed, slowly disengaging her hand. Lindaberry had fallen at last into a profound sleep, his hand clutching the bedspread, his head still impulsively turned toward her. [Illustration: "No, I won't leave you."] Once or twice she had wondered if she had been wise in introducing into this intimacy Clarice Stuart, whose frivolous side only was known to her. But, as soon as she had come, Doré knew she had made no mistake. Clarice Stuart, once in uniform, was another being, serious, matter-of-fact, concentrated, with a strength that surprised her. "Cut out apologies, Dodo!" she had said, with brusk sincerity. "The presents are all in--the props can wait. What's a turkey between friends? This is the real part of life. You need me! That's enough, isn't it?" She had asked no questions, and for that Doré was grateful. When she reached her room, she calmed her nerves with a hot bath and went to sleep at once, without a thought of the heaped-up presents waiting to be opened, or the mail that had accumulated. She had only one idea: to snatch some rest, and to be back--on the field of battle. Snyder had been waiting, restless and apprehensive, looking innumerable questions at such an inexplicable return. "Don't worry, Snyder!" she had said, with a tired laugh. "Nothing terrible's happened. Tell you later--must get sleep. Wake me at ten!" But it was almost eleven when, impelled by some uneasy instinct, she awoke precipitately, furious at Snyder, who, on her part, retreated, dumb and obstinate. In the rapid ten minutes in which she dressed, Doré, remembering with fresh irritation the surveillance which had been instituted over her actions, burst out: "Snyder, what's got into you? I'm beginning to get annoyed--yes, exceedingly so! I don't like your manner toward me. I sometimes think you don't approve of me! What is it? Do you think I am not capable of taking care of myself? Or do you wish to select my friends for me? Which is it? Let me understand!" "Well, yes! I don't want to see you getting in trouble!" answered Snyder abruptly. "Ah, that's it!" said Dodo indignantly. "I couldn't believe it. Now I know! So that's why you come sneaking in every time I have a man calling here?" "Not every man!" said Snyder, reddening. "One man!" "Judge Massingale? Say it!" "Yes!" "Why?" "You know very well!" "I don't!" "He means no good!" said Snyder obstinately. "Besides, he hasn't the right. And you care!"