Clodagh laughed, but this time without embarrassment.
"Be as personal as you like!" she said carelessly. "It wasn't my fault if luck was dead against me."
Deerehurst came forward slowly.
"But the turned heads?" he asked.
She smiled.
"Was it my business to put them straight again? I'm not a surgeon."
They all laughed; and at that moment dinner was announced.
Lady Frances Hope touched Clodagh's arm.
"Lord Deerehurst will play host, Clodagh! Val, I consign myself to you!"
Serracauld moved to her side with his usual indolent ease; and Deerehurst offered Clodagh his arm.