"Good-night, George."
"Good-night." He took her hand and kissed it, nodded to the others, and went out.
Imperceptibly, Helen straightened herself and took a breath. There was a vague stir in the room.
"Well! I've never been more damned," John said.
"Why?" Helen asked.
"That salute. Is it his usual manner?"
"He has done it before. I liked it."
"He did it very well," said Rupert. "Inspired, I should think. Will you have a cigarette?"
"Will it make me sick?"
"Try it. But why do we find you entertaining the moorland rake?"