"I see Sir Guy Errington is here," she said, smiling blandly, "as Edgar of Ravenswood. He looks like a thundercloud in black velvet. I'm so sorry for him."
"That's really very kind of you," retorted Eustace, sarcastically.
"Not at all," murmured Dawn, sympathetically; "it's such a pity to see his infatuation."
"For what?" demanded Gartney, obtusely.
"Oh, really! You know! of course you do! Poor Lady Errington! And then the 'Other' doesn't care for him."
"Little viper," thought Eustace, looking smilingly at her, but saying nothing, which encouraged Mrs. Dills to proceed.
"It's a dreadful scandal, but not 'Her' fault--oh, dear no! but he ought to go back to his wife, especially as the 'Other' doesn't care for him."
"You talk like a sphinx," said Eustace, coldly. "Whom do you mean by the 'Other'?"
Mrs. Dills smiled sweetly, and having finished her supper arose to take his arm.
"When one is in Rome, one must not speak evil of the Pope," she replied cleverly. "Are you quite ready, Mrs. Trubbles?"