"Luncheon is served, madam," Moore announced, at the turn of the path.
Luncheon—and the world in ruin!
"Mr. Somerled and Miss MacDonald will not be lunching," said Aline icily.
Moore hid surprise by retiring in decorous haste.
"Good-bye, Mrs. West," said Somerled.
He held out his hand, looking at her steadily, but she turned and rushed away from him, crying.