She sat down at the piano again.
"I do not know anything gay," she said. "I can only sing what I feel. I will play something."
She dashed off into a light Hungarian dance, full of verve and sparkle, and Lord St. Maurice kept time with his foot, smiling approvingly. Directly it was over she closed the piano and turned to Lady St. Maurice.
"If I may I should be glad to go to my room now," she said. "I had no idea it was so late."
Lumley held the door open for her, and felt unreasonably disappointed because she passed out with a slight inclination of the head, but without looking at him. Then he turned back into the room, and they all three looked at one another for a moment.
"She is marvelously handsome," Lord St. Maurice pronounced.
"Marvelously!" his son echoed softly.
But Lady St. Maurice said nothing.