'You know that always amuses you.
And I want to see his picture.' 'His picture is not bad,' said Lord Findon, with decision.
'I think you will have to buy it, papa.' 'There you go,' said Lord Findon--'letting me in!' 'Well, I'm off to bed.' Smiling, she gave her hand to each, knowing that she had gained her point, or would gain it.

Arthur Welby, turning, watched her move away, say 'Good-night' to Lady Findon, and disappear through a distant door.

Then for him, though the room was still full of people, it was vacant.

He slipped away without any more 'Good-byes.'.