Connal one day, when Dora was present, observed that Ormond seemed to be quite in his natural element in this sea of pleasure.
“Who would have thought it?” said Dora: “I thought Mr. Ormond’s taste was more for domestic happiness and retirement.”
“Retirement at Paris!” said Ormond.
“Domestic happiness at Paris!” said Connal.
Madame de Connal sighed—No, it was Dora that sighed.
“Where do you go to-night?” said her husband.
“Nowhere—I shall stay at home. And you?” said she, looking up at Harry Ormond.
“To Madame de la Tour’s.”
“That’s the affair of half an hour—only to appear—”
“Afterwards to the opera,” said Ormond.