CHAPTER FOURThere was no sign of Vincent Thurston the next day.
Alena felt unexpectedly depressed.
She had looked forward to seeing him and talking to him about the pictures.
It had been such an amusing incident – the man she thought was a burglar had turned out to be an artist!
She had, of course, said nothing to Robin.
She had merely waited for the doorbell to ring and when it did not, she was disappointed.
The following day Robin left the house early.
He was intent on making arrangements for the ball, especially the electric light he was determined to install.
When he returned, he was in very good spirits.
“Everything is arranged,” he crowed, “and the man who will work the electric lighting for me says there will be no trouble. Later I am going to have the main rooms in the ho
