"I—I am Lady Penelope's husband," said Plant, desperately, fixing his eyes on space.
"You are what?" shrieked Titania.
"Her husband—and—the parent of the announcement in the Times," said Plant, firmly.
"Am I mad?" asked Titania.
"No, but I am," said Plant, who was as pale as a traditional ghost. "I'm mad both ways. I want to kill."
"You mustn't," cried Titania, feebly. "I don't know where I am. What did you say? Oh, say it again!"
He said it again, and before she could say anything further, he rushed from the room and bounded down-stairs. She heard him turn his motor-car loose, and knew that in twenty seconds he was a mile away.
"What's wrong with everything, and me, and them?" asked Titania. "I wish I was a dairy-maid in a quiet farm, and had no relations. Am I mad? Did the marquis say it? Or did I dream it?"
Lord Bramber was announced.
"Oh, oh, oh!" said Titania. "Yes, I'll see him."