We ought to go down now, anyhow," said Eileen, still very thoughtful.
"Come along, then, and face the music."
"You go. I'll follow in a minute. I want to put this wonderful pink orchid in just the right place in my dress, and I shall be nervous if you watch me."
"What a ripper! Where did you get it?" Rags pretended that he cared to know the history of a wonderful, live-looking flower that lay on his sister's dressing-table.
"Petro. He bought it for me in the florist department of his father's shop. He said it was the latest addition—the department, not the orchid."
"Don't you get thinking too much about Rolls," grumbled Lord Raygan. "There may be something in that affair, after all. One can never be sure. Anyhow, I thought I'd tell you."
On that he closed the door, shutting himself out.
"Petro—and the Lady in the Moon," Eileen whispered, just above her breath, as she found the right place for the orchid.
THE SEED ENA PLANTED