THE DANCE OF DEATH
"We will watch from the gallery," said Saltash.
Toby looked up at him with quick gratitude. "There won't be so many people there," she said.
He frowned at her, but his look was quizzical. "But everyone will know that Lady Saltash is present—with her husband," he said.
She slipped a persuasive hand on to his arm. "King Charles," she said, "let us leave Paris!"
"Bored?" said Saltash.
Her face was slightly drawn. "No—no! Only—" she paused; then suddenly flashed him her swift smile—"let it be as you wish!" she said.
He flicked her cheek in his careless, caressing way. "Shall I tell you something, mignonne? We are going—very soon."
Her eyes shone, more blue than the frock she wore She stooped impulsively and touched his hand with her lips, then, as though she feared to anger him, drew quickly away.
"Shall we go on the yacht?" she asked, eagerness half-suppressed in her voice.