She looked around the room and recognised some of her friends. For some reason or other she felt remarkably light-hearted.
"For a poor vanquished woman," she observed, turning back to
Lutchester, "I feel extraordinarily gay to-night. Tell me some more."
He bowed.
"Mademoiselle Sonia," he proceeded, "has been a friend of mine since she sang in the cafes of Buda Pesth. I dined with her, however, because it had come to my knowledge that she was behaving in a very foolish manner."
Pamela nodded understandingly.
"She was the friend of Count Maurice Ziduski, wasn't she?"
"She is no longer," Lutchester replied. "She sailed for France this morning without seeing him. She has remembered that she is a Frenchwoman."
"It was you who reminded her!"
"Love so easily makes people forgetful," he said, "and I think that Sonia was very fond of Maurice Ziduski. She is a thoughtless, passionate woman, easily swayed through her affections, and she had no idea of the evil she was doing."
"So that disposes of Sonia," Pamela reflected.