On the face of Colonel Hughes I saw what struck me as an open sneer.
"Go on, Countess," he smiled.
She shrugged her shoulders and turned toward him a disdainful back.

Her eyes were all for Bray.
"It's very brief, the story," she said hastily--I thought almost apologetically.

"I had known the captain in Rangoon.

My husband was in business there--an exporter of rice--and Captain Fraser-Freer came often to our house.

We--he was a charming man, the captain--" "Go on!" ordered Hughes.
"We fell desperately in love," said the countess.