She folded up the paper and put it in her bosom.
“Of course it’ll come off.”
“I say, sweetheart,” he cried, watching the disappearing paper. “For Heaven’s sake don’t go leaving that about! Better stick it in the fire.”
“I’ll do it as soon as I get home.”
She took his hand in delightful intimacy and glanced at his wrist watch. Then she started up. They must get back at once, lest the others should subject their absence to undesirable conjecture.
“Oh, the elderly birds”—he laughed gracelessly—“they love to have a little billing and cooing now and then. They’ll be grateful to us.”
But she would not be detained. They went up to the drawing-room.
“He has got a perfect Hun museum downstairs,” she said. “Each piece with a breathless history.”
“What interested you most?” asked Marcelle.
“Me in a gas mask,” said Godfrey, lying readily, for never a glance had Lady Edna given to the trophies and spoils which she had set forth to see.