WHITEWASH
And when shall I see you again? To-morrow? where?"
Philippa remembered with annoyance that Morton Conway was coming to take her driving in the afternoon. She couldn't very well refuse. She had a luncheon engagement, and dressmaker's in the morning, dinner and theatre-party at the Wellsleys—oh, dear! The dressmaker would have to wait.
"I'll go over to Victoria's early in the morning," she said, slowly, "about ten—I can't very well go earlier. I'll make her tell me what she intends to do, and—let me see—suppose you wait in the Turkish room at the Waldorf, at twelve. If by any chance I should be detained, I'll call you up on the telephone at half after. I'll be there, though," she added, looking her sweetest.
"You are so good!" he said again. "Now that I have the assurance that you will not believe anything that will be said against me,—now that you know the very worst that can be said with truth, I can't tell you how relieved I am. Confession lightens one's load wonderfully. The
