Who knows what story he may tell--consciously or unconsciously--in his desperate attempts to clear himself?
You see," he continued, looking at Arnold, "there are a great many of us to whom Mr.Rosario was personally, just at this moment, obnoxious." Fenella swayed in her chair.
"I am going home," she murmured.
"As you will," Sabatini agreed.

"Perhaps Mr.Chetwode will be so kind as to take you back?
I have asked a friend to call here this evening." She turned to Arnold.
"Do!" she pleaded.

"I am fit for nothing else.

You will come with me ?" Arnold was already standing with his coat upon his arm.
"Of course," he replied.
Her brother helped her on with her cloak.
"For myself," he declared, "I shall remain.

I should not like to miss my friend, if he comes, and they tell me that the second ballet is excellent." [Illustration: "For myself," he declared, "I remain." _Page 139_.] She took his hands.
"You have courage, dear one," she murmured.
He smiled.
"It is not courage," he replied, "it is philosophy.