"I'm a crazy little fool!" she said frantically. "Help me to get away!"
"Crazy little child!" he said, after staring a moment as if suddenly recognizing her. "Get away, then—quickly!"
She felt no more resentment, only a great pity, such as one feels before a magnificent ruin. She wished to stop to speak to him—but she was afraid.
"Thank you," she said, with a look that appealed to him not to judge her. "I am crazy—out of my mind! Come and see me—do!"
CHAPTER IV
The faithful Stacey was below, lounging at the door of the grill-room, as she came tripping down, the sensation of escape sparkling on her delicate features. She was so delighted at the effect he had achieved for her that she gave him an affectionate squeeze of the arm.
"Stacey, you're a darling! When the footman announced 'Miss Baxter's car' you could have heard a pin drop among the squillionairesses!"
Stacey had been told, and dutifully believed, that the luncheon was a heavy affair, very formal, very correct.
"I say, you didn't bore yourself, did you?" he said, noticing the excitement still on her cheeks.