She looked up at him; his keen, intelligent eyes met hers.
“If you please, Captain Renoux, will you do me the honour to be seated?” she said in a low voice.
Barres went to her, bent over her hand, touched it with his lips.
“Just tell him the truth, Thessa, dear,” he said.
“Everything?” she smiled faintly, “including our first meeting?”
Barres flushed, then laughed:
“Yes, tell him about that, too. It was too charming for him not to appreciate.”
And with a half mischievous, half amused nod to Renoux he went back to find the dancers, whom he could hear laughing far away in his own studio.
It was nearly one o’clock when Dulcie, who had been sleeping with Thessalie, whispered to Barres that she was ready to retire.