"I have two in mine," said I.
Pembroke looked at Phyllis, but the fire seemed to be claiming her attention. Then he looked at me, but I was gazing at Phyllis. He was in a puzzle.
"Do you know, Miss Landors," he said, "that I never dreamed to meet you again when I saw you in Vienna last year?"
"Vienna?" said she. "I have never been to Vienna."
I suddenly brought down my heel on Pembroke's toes.
"Ah, a curious mistake on my part. I suppose the ball at the ministry to-night will be your first on the continent?"
I gazed admiringly at him. He had not even looked at me. He was certainly clever.
"Yes," said Phyllis, "and already I believe I am going to have what they call stage fright, though I cannot understand why I should feel that way."
"Possibly it's a premonition," said I, absently.
"And of what?" asked Phyllis.