Suddenly Cleone remembered that duel that Philip had fought "over the fair name of some French maid."
"Yes?" she said carelessly. "Of course, he is very handsome."
"Do you think so? Oh, here he comes! Evidently the lovely Ann does not satisfy him.... Your servant, sir!"
Philip smiled and bowed.
"Mademoiselle, may I have the honour of leading you out?" he asked.
Above all, she must not show Philip that she cared what he did.
"Oh, I have but this instant sat down!" she said. "I protest I am fatigued and very hot!"
"I know of a cool withdrawing-room," said Brenderby at once. "Let me take you to it, fairest!"
"It's very kind, Sir Deryk, but I do not think I will go. If I might have a glass of ratafia?" she added plaintively, looking at Philip.
For once he was backward in responding. Sir Deryk bowed.