“Mountain-rain—mist.”
“And alone!”
“Mayn’t oneself be good company?”
She laughed as she said it. Wareham, looking at her, found delightful charm in her laugh. He felt that in breaking away he was giving Hugh an extraordinary proof of loyalty, and probably his face expressed this conviction, for Mrs Martyn said sharply—
“Mr Wareham may admire imprudence—I don’t!”
Anne’s face chilled. He returned—
“My opinion is worthless, or I should venture to suggest dangers in wet clothes.”
“Dangers? Madness!” cried Mrs Martyn, jumping up. “Come, Anne, I have waited for you until I can hardly keep my eyes open.”
“They are going to dance,” Millie hazarded. “Let them. I go to bed.”
“I am tired of the noise,” said Mrs Ravenhill.