It was after ten o'clock on the evening of the same day. Judith was thankful when a change at one of the tables gave her an opportunity to steal away. It was the same old routine, the same interminable bridge, the same familiar group, even including Faxon and Della Baker who, by a coincidence that had called forth little veiled ironies, had returned by the same late afternoon train. Judith wondered at herself. The life she led, the people she called her friends, had never seemed quite so shallow before. She stole upstairs and listened for a moment at the door of her patient's room. All was quite soundless. Returning to the floor below, she stepped out into the grateful coolness of the evening, seeking that part of the piazza at the opposite end of the house from the parlours. Pausing outside the smoking-room, she heard voices and the tinkle of ice. She looked through the glass door; there were two men in the room, Della Baker's husband and Faxon. The latter was stirring his high-ball thoughtfully. His words arrested her as she was on the point of turning back. "If Roger keeps on at his present gait he'll make a neat little hole even in the Wynrod pile." Baker lighted a fresh cigar. "Yes?" His tone was noncommittal. "Got any for himself, d'ye think--or does Judith hold the bag?" Such imprudent garrulity was not characteristic of Faxon, but more whisky than was good for him had dulled discretion and loosened his tongue. "It's hard to say." Baker leaned back and blew smoke rings toward the ceiling. He was an extraordinarily taciturn man, even for a lawyer. "The old man had a lot of confidence in her." Faxon gave the impression of soliloquy. "Shouldn't wonder if she kept the kid on an allowance. He's strapped pretty tight sometimes. Queer girl, Judith." "Think so?" "Yes. Sometimes I don't just know how to take her." "So?" "Charming, fine character and all that--but difficult. Don't you think so?" "Um--well...." "Roger's different." "Is he?" "Oh, my, yes. I don't mean when he's carrying a package--I want to dodge then--but when he's sober, he's a nice kid. Awfully young and simple, of course. Still...."