CHAPTER XXX
"SUPPOSING I TAKE THIS MONEY"
There was a momentary commotion in the Club. A woman had fainted at one of the roulette tables. Her chair was quickly drawn back. She was helped out to the open space at the top of the stairs and placed in an easy-chair there. Lady Weybourne, who was on the point of leaving with her husband, hastened back. She stood there while the usual restoratives were being administered, fanning the unconscious woman with a white ostrich fan which hung from her waist. Presently Violet opened her eyes. She recognised Lady Weybourne and smiled weakly.
"I am so sorry," she murmured. "It was silly of me to stay in here so long. I went without my dinner, too, which was rather idiotic."
A man who had announced himself a doctor, bent over her pulse and turned away.
"The lady will be quite all right now," he said. "You can give her brandy and soda if she feels like it. Pardon!"
He hastened back to his place at the baccarat table. Lady Hunterleys sat up.
"It was quite absurd of me," she declared. "I don't know what—"
She stopped suddenly. The weight was once more upon her heart, the blankness before her eyes. She remembered!