Lady Chesney looked at her, then laughed.
"My dear, you look transformed. Was that—but of course it was! Well? But one need not ask any questions. Your face tells its own tale."
Luce laughed, and touched her lips with her handkerchief.
"Yes, it was Drake," she said. "What luck! what luck! And they say there is no Providence!"
"And—and it is all right?" asked Lady Chesney, anxiously.
Lady Luce laughed softly.
"Oh, yes! Didn't I tell you that if I could have him to myself for ten minutes——And we have been longer, haven't we? You see, he was fond of me, and——Oh! have you brought a cigarette? I am simply dying for one now!"
Lady Chesney held one out to her.
"Here it is. But hadn't you better go in? They will miss you——"
Lady Luce shrugged her shoulders as she struck a match from the gold box Drake had given her.