"He must go home."
"Go home? Nonsense. He's all right."
Dr. Tillman wrenched his hand away, shook his head scornfully, and started across the room toward where Quisanté was. May laid her hand on old Foster's arm.
"What did he say? Does he think my husband ill?"
"I don't know. It's all nonsense."
Another voice broke in.
"A triumph, Lady May, a triumph indeed!"
She turned to find the Dean and Marchmont close behind her, and the Dean holding out his hand as he spoke.
"Yes, yes," she said hurriedly and uncomfortably. "It was fine, wasn't it?"
"It was magnificent," said Marchmont.