Their eyes met, and both of them were conscious, in that moment, of closer personal relations, of the passing of a certain sense of strain.

She even smiled as she turned away.
"To-morrow," she concluded, "there must be a great exchange of confidences.

I am lunching at Belgrave Square, if Maggie has not forgotten, and I shall tell you then what I have written to Paul Matinsky.

I showed it to Prince Shan yesterday.

Good night!" She patted Maggie's hand affectionately and flitted away.