"Cecil—Mr. Reeve—one of Genevieve's friends—the man who was so crazy to meet me—"
"Oh! Who else was there?" asked Athalie drily.
"A Mr. Ferris—Harry Ferris they call him. He's quite mad about Genevieve—"
"Why did you drink anything?"
"I?"
"You did, didn't you?"
"I had a glass of champagne."
"What else?"
"Nothing—except something pink in a glass—before we sat down to supper.... And something violet coloured, afterward."