"
Truedale sat down opposite Kendall but said he would take only a cup of
coffee. When it was finished he rose, more steadily, and said quietly:
"I know it's unwritten law, Ken, that we shouldn't follow Betty up
without an invitation; but I've got to go over there to-night."
"It's dangerous, old man. I advise against it. What's up?"
"I must see Lyn. I believe she is there."
"Rather a large-sized misunderstanding?"
"I hope, Ken, God helping me, it's going to be the biggest
_understanding_ Lynda and I have ever had."
Kendall was impressed--and, consequently, silent.
"I'm sure Betty will forgive me. Good-night."
"Good-night, old chap, and--and whatever it is, I fancy it will come out
all right."
And then, into the night Truedale plunged--determined to master the
absurd situation that both he and Lynda had permitted to exist. He felt
like a man who had been suffering in a nightmare and had just awakened
and shaken off the effect of the unholy dream.
CHAPTER XIX
Lynda, that winter day, had undertaken her task with unwonted energy.
She had never done a similar piece of work before. In her early
beginning she had rather despised the inadequacy of women who, no matter
what might be said in defense of their ignorance regarding the rest of
their homes, did not know how to design and plan their own nurseries.
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