“Una! Do you know how late it is? Where have you been? How your head will ache to-morrow!”
“I’ve been in the smoking-room and I’ve smoked a cigarette, and tasted a brandy-and-soda!” said Una, with a touch of Tory’s wicked defiance.
“Would mother let you?” said Amethyst slowly.
“Oh yes!” said Una, shrugging her shoulders, “but I shan’t let you!”
She flung her arms round Amethyst and kissed her with burning lips, then scuttled away into her own room.
Chapter Seven.
No Cunning to be Strange.
“When do you suppose Amethyst will find my lady out?” said Kattern and Tory, as they started for the primrose-picking the next day, and Amethyst ran back again to beg her mother to drive round to the wood and join them.