"Vivien ought to have taken her wrap," said Isobel absently, as she came back and stood by the mantelpiece opposite Harry. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her eyes bright to-night; she responded to Harry's gaiety, his mood acted on hers.
"What are you going to do after we're—after the break-up here?" he asked suddenly.
She smiled down at him, pausing a moment before she answered. "You seem quite sure that there will be a complete break-up," she said.
He looked hard at her; she smiled steadily. "Well, I know that Vivien won't be here," he said.
"Oh, I know that much too, Mr. Harry. But I suppose her father will."
"I suppose that too. Which leaves only one of the party unaccounted for."
"Yes, only one of us unaccounted for."
"One that may be Miss Wellgood's companion, but could hardly be Mr. Wellgood's. He can scarcely claim the privileges of old age yet."
"You think I ought to be looking out for another situation? But supposing—merely supposing—Mr. Wellgood didn't agree?"
Harry flung his cigar into the grate. "Do you mean—?" he said slowly. She gave a little laugh. He laughed too, rather uneasily. "I say, you can't mean—?"