“I think you are crazy,” the duchess exclaimed.
But Blair repeated: “That’s all right. I mean to say as far as I am concerned—”
And Galorey, in order to stand by his lady, murmured:
“My dear chap, you have been dreaming.”
But Blair met the Englishman’s gray eyes with his blue ones. “I did have a bottle of champagne, Gordon, that’s a fact, but it couldn’t make me see what I did see.”
“Dan,” the Duchess of Breakwater broke in, “let Gordon take you home, like a dear. You’re really ragging on in a ridiculous way.”
Blair looked at her steadily, and as he did so he repeated:
“That’s all right, Lily. Gordon cares a lot, and the truth of the matter is that I do not.”
She grew very pale.
“I would have stuck to my word, of course,” he went on, “but we’d have been infernally unhappy and ended up in the divorce courts. Now, this little scene here of yours lets me out, and I don’t lay it up against either of you.”