"People don't care for what you write: you'd break any run of luck."
"Well, I see plays all round me," I declared; "the air is full of them to-night."
"The air? Thank you for nothing! I only wish my table-drawers were."
"Did he make love to you on the glacier?" I went on.
She stared; then broke into the graduated ecstasy of her laugh. "Lord Mellifont, poor dear? What a funny place! It would indeed be the place for our love!"
"Did he fall into a crevasse?" I continued.
Blanche Adney looked at me again as she had done for an instant when she came up, before dinner, with her hands full of flowers. "I don't know into what he fell. I'll tell you to-morrow."
"He did come down, then?"
"Perhaps he went up," she laughed. "It's really strange."
"All the more reason you should tell me to-night."