“Yes! I promise that,” he answered, also rising to his feet.
They heard her maid moving about in the bedroom.
“Hortense is reminding me that I must dress for dinner,” she remarked with a faint smile. “One must dine, you know, even in the midst of tragedies.”
Macheson prepared to take his departure.
“I shall come to-morrow,” he said, “if you do not send for me before.”
CHAPTER XIV
BEHIND THE PALM TREES
Lady Peggy was fussing round the drawing-room, talking to all her guests at once.