“Indeed!”
“And they drove him into a corner, and some one threw a wineglass at him; I hate to tell you this, Vivienne.”
“That is no surprise to me.”
“They had all been drinking,” he went on a little doggedly; “and in some way or other they have hurt Valentine’s eyes. I fancy that he continued to be irritating, as he knows well how to be, and they continued shying wineglasses at him. They didn’t mean to hurt him.”
“And Vincent heard them and came for you to break up this pleasant party?”
“Yes.”
“How are they leaving here?”
“Vincent is driving them.”
“And he is taken from his rest to do so?”
“Yes, unavoidably so.”