Saton smiled as his eyes met his host’s. He hesitated perceptibly.
“I came from the land where the impossible sometimes happens,” he answered, lightly, “the land where one dreams in the evening, and is never sure when one wakes in the morning that one’s dreams have not become solid things.”
Lady Mary sighed.
“Can one get a Cook’s ticket?” she asked.
“Can one get there by motor-car, or even flying-machine?” Lois demanded. “I would risk my bones to find my way there.”
Saton laughed.
“Unfortunately,” he said, “there is a different path for every one of us, and there are no signposts.”
Lady Mary sighed as she rose to her feet. She nodded a friendly little farewell to her interesting neighbor.
“Then we may as well go and have some really good bridge,” she said, “until you men take it into your heads to come and disturb us.”