"I can say the same, I'm sure," agreed Andrew.
"That means that you and I are to be friends as well, then," answered Mrs. Carnby, "because things that are equal to the same thing are bound to be equal to each other. Are you going out with Jeremy, Margery?"
"Yes—our usual Sunday spree, you know. He's a dear!"
She bent over as she spoke and buried her nose in one of the big roses on the table.
"Lord, girl, but I'm glad to see you again!" said the inner voice of Andrew Vane.
CHAPTER III.
THE GIRL IN RED.
The saddling-bell was whirring for the third race as Andrew and Radwalader slipped in at the main entrance of Auteuil, and made their way rapidly through the throng behind the tribunes, in the direction of the betting-booths beyond.