"Well, what is it?" he asked laughingly.
She laughed also. "I do not know indeed what it is!" she said. "I have never been to anything like it before. It did seem to me as if all the people were on show for some reason or other. And the gentlemen did look very tired--there was nothing for them to do. Even you, my boy! You made several very big yawns! Did you know that?"
Philip laughed more than ever. "I didn't know it, my pet!" he answered; "but I'm not surprised. Big yawns are the invariable result of an 'at home.' Do you like Beau Lovelace?"
"Very much," she answered readily. "But, Philip, I should not like to have so many friends as Lady Winsleigh. I thought friends were rare?"
"So they are! She doesn't care for these people a bit. They are mere acquaintances."
"Whom does she care for then?" asked Thelma suddenly. "Of course I mean after her husband. Naturally she loves him best."
"Naturally," and Philip paused, adding, "she has her son--Ernest--he's a fine bright boy--he was not there to-night. You must see him some day. Then I think her favorite friend is Mrs. Rush-Marvelle."
"I do like that lady too," said Thelma. "She spoke very kindly to me and kissed me."
"Did she really!" and Philip smiled. "I think she was more to be congratulated on taking the kiss than you in receiving it! But she's not a bad old soul,--only a little too fond of money. But, Thelma, whom do you care for most? You did tell me once, but I forget!"
She turned her lovely face and star-like eyes upon him, and, meeting his laughing look, she smiled.
"How often must I tell you!" she murmured softly. "I do think you will never tire of hearing! You know that it is you for whom I care most, and that all the world would be empty to me without you! Oh, my husband--my darling! do not make me try to tell you how much I love you! I cannot--my heart is too full!"
The rest of their drive homeward was very quiet--there are times when silence is more eloquent than speech.