She put up her hands to her cheeks, laughingly.
"And it's my own," she said, "and not out of the box."
His grave eyes searched her face.
"Ignoramus as I am, I could have told you that," he answered.
Mrs. Heriot came rustling up to them; she wore a beautiful evening gown, cut rather unnecessarily low, and a diamond star glittered on her white neck.
"What are you two laughing about?" she demanded. "Mr. Dakers, I must compliment you. You always seem to be able to make Mrs. Lawless laugh, and she's such a serious little person as a rule."
She sat down between them; she always liked to be the center of a conversation.
"There'll be no moon to-night," she said suddenly. "It's clouded over; I think we shall have some rain."
"It must be badly needed," Feathers said sententiously.
She made a little grimace.