Of course they all slept later than usual, but habit is a funny thing, and the sunlight in a big, quiet room is a wonderful alarm clock. Gloria awoke first and lay quiet, thinking how happy she was that Vanna was safely back, wasting a few minutes of anger against the man who had made all the trouble for them. Yet, she reflected, it had been a good thing. Vanna had openly confessed herself in the wrong, her account last night had made it plain that she was pretty well disillusioned about Emory Zane, and best of all, it seemed that Vanna had entered on the new life along with herself. She lay awhile listening to the quiet morning sounds of creatures waking to the light, calling for their needs, unaccustomedly delayed by sleepy keepers. She heard Emily and John go downstairs and a bit later identified the flutter of wings and cackles of satisfaction as the poultry were being fed. Then her mind went back to Emory Zane again. What had become of him? Had he had to spend the night in hunting for Vanna?
