"Are you going?" he inquired. "Well, perhaps it's time! May I see you to your carriage?"
Miss Leigh gratefully accepted this suggestion—and Innocent, smiling her "good-night" to partners whom she had disappointed, walked with her through the long vista of rooms, Jocelyn leading the way. They soon ran the gauntlet of the ladies' cloak-room and the waiting mob of footmen and chauffeurs that lined the long passage leading to the entrance-hall, and Jocelyn, going out into the street succeeded in finding their modest little hired motor-brougham and assisting them into it.
"Good-night, Miss Leigh!" he said, leaning on the door of the vehicle and smiling at them through the open window—"Good-night, Miss Armitage! I hope you are not very tired?"
"I am not tired at all!" she answered, with a thrill of joy in her voice like the note of a sweet bird. "I have been so very happy!"
He smiled. His face was pale and looked unusually handsome,—she stretched one little hand out to him.
"Good-night, 'Sieur Amadis!'"
He bent down and kissed it.
"Good-night!"
The motor began to move—another moment, and they were off. Innocent sank back in the brougham with a sigh.
"You are tired, child!—you must be!" said Miss Leigh.