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RV 305 dressing-table stood the little telephone which communicated with the servants' quarters, with Maisie Bruss's office, and with Nona's room. She stood wavering before the instrument. Why shouldn't she call up Nona, and ask—? Ask what? If the girls had been off on a lark they would be sure to tell her in the morning. And if it was Dexter alone, then—

She turned from the telephone, and slowly began to undress. Presently she heard steps in the hall, then in the anteroom; then her husband moving softly about in his own room, and the unmistakable sounds of his undressing She drew a long breath, as if trying to free her lungs of some vague oppression It was Dexter—well, yes, only Dexter and he hadn't cared to leave the motor at the garage at that hour Naturally How glad she was that she hadn't rung up Nona! Suppose her doing so had startled Lita or the baby

After all, perhaps she'd better do her relaxing exercises. She felt suddenly staring wide awake. But she was glad she'd written that reassuring letter to Jim—she was glad, because it was true