Her ladyship laughed.
"What! Turning me from my own boudoir?"
"If you please, madame."
"Aunt—Sarah!" The whisper came from the window.
Philip smiled faintly.
"Madame...."
"Oh, that chin!" said her ladyship, and patted it. She went out and Philip closed the door behind her.
Cleone's fingers clasped one another desperately. Her heart seemed to have jumped into her throat. It almost choked her. She dared not look round. She heard the rustle of Philip's coat-skirts. Never, never had she felt so ashamed, or so frightened.
"Your devoted servant, mademoiselle!"
Cleone could not speak. She stood where she was, trembling uncontrollably.