“If that is theosophy I will believe in it when I am old, fat and a German. But I am glad it enabled you to reach a decision. Otherwise——”
But what the lady may have intended to say was never expressed or at least not then. Through the yellow portières, the delicate oval of Aurelia’s face appeared.
“Aren’t you ever coming?” she called. “What have you two been talking about?”
As the ingénue spoke, she entered, strolled to the mirror, considered herself.
“We have been discussing your engagement,” Violet, in a very matter of fact way, replied.
Aurelia adjusted her hat, patted her hair, and addressed the mirror.
“I fancied it must be something important. Did I tell you what happened before I took Farnese?”
Violet yawned. “I have forgotten.”
Aurelia, still pluming herself, smiled.