"What more?" she retorted. "'Tis all it is!"
Into Philip's eyes came a gleam of triumph.
"Aha! You've counted, then! Oh, Cleone!"
The roguish look fled.
"Oh!" cried Cleone, pouting. "How—how—monstrous—"
"Monstrous what, dear Cleone?"
"Impudent!" she ended. "I declare I won't see you!" As if to add weight to this statement, she shut the casement and moved away into the room.
Presently, however, she relented, and tripped downstairs to the withdrawing-room, where she found Mr. Jettan paying his respects to her mamma. She curtseyed very demurely, allowed him to kiss the tips of her fingers, and seated herself beside Madam Charteris.
Madam patted her hand.
"Well, child, here is Philip returned from Town with not a word to tell us of his gaiety!"