She led him into the shop without a word. There was a cluster of red roses over which she bent and selected one. "I should like this, please," she said.
"One only, madam?" the shopman asked.
"One only," she answered composedly. "I will pin it in here if you will cut the stalk a little," she added, removing a brooch from the bosom of her gown. "Will you pay for this, please?" she added, turning to Deane.
He was taken aback for a moment. "You are sure that there is nothing else?" he asked.
"Nothing," she answered.
They left the shop and he handed her into the brougham. Deane was suddenly conscious that his pulse was beating a little faster, even though her fingers had lain in his absolutely unresponsive. He was wondering what sort of a whim it was which had led her to desire that one flower.
CHAPTER XV
A FRIEND
A man in the city, who was an old friend of Lord Nunneley, stopped the latter as he was on the point of entering his club.