She burst into a little peal of laughter as she looked into his distraught face.
"For an Englishman," she remarked, "you are a little rapid in your love affairs, my dear Mr.Wrayson, is it not so?
So she has left you _plante la_!" "I--was mad," Wrayson muttered.
The Baroness helped herself to whisky and soda.
"Come again and make your peace, my friend," she said.

"You will see no more of her to-night." Wrayson accepted the hint and went..