CHAPTER XIX

THE AWAKENING The Continental Hotel, where they registered for the night, was so imposing a structure that even before she crossed its portal, Susan’s vainglorious complacency underwent a collapse, similar to that experienced by the Queen of Sheba, under like provocation. There was no more spirit in her. As the uniformed bell-boys hurried to relieve Armitage of the modest luggage of the party, Susan clutched her sister’s sleeve, and she held to it with the proverbial grip of the drowning, till they took their seats…