"Come on to the terrace," said Leicester, with great coolness; "Lady Ethel is going, I think. Yes, there is Captain Murpoint opening the door."
Violet put her hand upon his arm, and Leicester took her out.
"How beautiful!" she said. "I wish all the nights were moonlight."
"We cannot see the moonlight here; it is ruined and marred by the light from the room. Let us move a few feet lower down."
Violet allowed him to take her out of the glare of the room.
"We cannot see the sea," she said. "We have the advantage over the Lacklands, the only one I expect, for they are mighty people, are they not?"
"Very," said Leicester, coolly. "With one disadvantage."
"Pray what is that?" said Violet.
"That the great age of the blood has turned the heads of the family to stone."
"Oh, how can you say so?" said Violet. "Lady Lackland seems quite kind."