CHAPTER X

The tall clock at Brick House boomed eleven. Julie released her chin from her cupped hands and looked about her. A lamp in a distant corner radiated a soft glow; the only other light in the living-room came from the red coals of the fire. Six hours before she and Billy had been chatting under the portrait, now she was back again to stay—for a time. She sprang to her feet and moved restlessly about, the crystals on her violet dinner frock flashing into infinitesimal rainbows at every step. Her position at the presen…