Lady Luce laughed softly.
"Oh, yes! Didn't I tell you that if I could have him to myself for ten
minutes----And we have been longer, haven't we? You see, he was fond of
me, and----Oh! have you brought a cigarette? I am simply dying for one
now!"
Lady Chesney held one out to her.
"Here it is. But hadn't you better go in? They will miss you----"
Lady Luce shrugged her shoulders as she struck a match from the gold box
Drake had given her.
"What does it matter what these people think?" she retorted. "Nothing
matters now. I have got Drake back, and----All the same, we will get out
of sight of the window, lest we shock these simple folk. Yes, I am a
lucky young woman."
They passed along the terrace, and Nell, as if released from a spell,
fell into the seat and covered her face with her hands.