"Don't say anything at present to any one else. Indeed, there are others who might have worn such a ring."
Arnold hesitated, but only for a second. He chanced to look into her face, and her whisper became his command.
"Very well," he promised.
A few moments later she sat up. She was evidently becoming stronger.
"Now go," she begged, "and see—how he is. Find out exactly what has happened and come back. I shall wait for you here."
He stood up eagerly.
"You are sure that you will be all right?"
"Of course," she replied. "Indeed, I shall be better when I know what really has happened. You must go quickly, please, and come back quickly. Stop!"
Arnold, who had already started, turned back again. They were in a ladies' small reception room at the head of the stairs leading down into the restaurant, quite alone, for every one had streamed across the courtyard to see what the disturbance was. The side of the room adjoining the stairs and the broad passage leading to the restaurant was entirely of glass. A man, on his way up the stairs, had paused and was looking intently at them.
"Tell me, who is that?" demanded Fenella.