She kissed Muriel "Good night," reflecting cattily how boring women's kisses must seem to her after ... and staved off the Colonel's last broad approach to the forthcoming pleasure-cruise in the yacht.
"Good night, Mrs. Porter."
"Good night, dear. Such a pleasant... Yes, thank you, that is my vanity bag, though at my time of life you may well be wondering ... and Muriel with a Vinolia complexion has no business to own such a thing."
"Robin, will you... Ah! Here is the parlour-maid...."
A low-murmured plea from Captain Wright, whose arms encircled Muriel's cloak.... The diamond glitter of answering eyes....
Good night.... Good-night.
CHAPTER II
"Seems almost a pity," said Mr. Carmichael.
His wife looked her grey-eyed agreement.