"Because I thought that—for one moment—she looked at me for help!"
"Which you declined to give?" asked Sir Maurice dryly.
"Mon cher père, I have my own game to play. Now go to Lady Malmerstoke's, I implore you!"
Sir Maurice rose.
"I'll go at once. What madness can have seized Cleone?"
Philip almost pushed him out of the room.
"That is what I want to know. Quickly, Father!"
The little black page swung open the door of my lady's boudoir.
"Sah Maurice Jettan!"
"The very man I wish to see!" exclaimed Lady Malmerstoke. "Maurry, never were you more opportune!"