"I don't care if he did," she answered.
"It'll wash off in the bath to-morrow morning."
There was a sound of feet ascending the stairs three steps at a time. The door was flung open, and O'Rane burst into the room.
"I shall keep it as long as I live," Sonia declared.
O'Rane pointed an accusing finger at her.
"Bambina, what d'you mean by cutting me?" he demanded.
"Is it time? I've been telling George——"
He threw his arms round her, bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"What's the good of telling him? What's the good of telling anyone? They don't understand. Nobody but you and me.... George, I suppose you know that in addition to being frightfully in the way, you're cutting Lady Amy?"