'Business done, old fellow? We must see Mrs. Trevalla into her carriage.'
'Good-bye to you both,' said Trix. 'Such an evening!' Her eyes were bright; she seemed rather moved. There was in Tommy's opinion nothing to account for any emotion, but Airey Newton was watching her with a puzzled air.
'And I shall remember that there's no such thing as being poor or unsuccessful,' she laughed. 'We must thank Mr. Childwick for that.'
'There's nothing of that sort for you anyhow, Mrs. Trevalla,' said Tommy. He offered his arm, but withdrew it again, smiling. 'I forgot the host's privileges,' he said.
He followed them downstairs, and saw Airey put Trix in her carriage.
'Good-bye,' she called wistfully, as she was driven away.
'Shall we stroll?' asked Tommy. The night was fine this time.
They walked along in silence for some little way. Then Airey said:—
'Thank you, Tommy.'