"That is also de rigueur," said Philip.
"Sir Maurice, M'sieu', et Madame Jettan!" announced the lackey.
There was a sudden hush. All eyes turned to the late-comers. In the doorway stood a tall gentleman, at his side two dazzling visions in white.
Madame de Sauverin stared for a moment in wonderment. Then she hurried forward, hands outstretched.
"Philippe!"
"Philippe! Le petit Philippe!" A score of voices took up the cry. Nearly everyone there surged forward.
Philip kissed Madame's hand.
"Chère madame! I may present my wife? My father you know."
Cleone curtseyed low.
"Your—wife!" Madame took Cleone's hands. "Voyons, voyons, notre petit Philippe s'est éspousé! Et Maurice!"