Coming down the steps from Ciro's were her husband and Felicia Roche.

Violet looked at them for a moment.

Then she turned her head away.
"Most inopportune," she sighed, with a little attempt at gaiety.

"Shall we meet later at the Club ?" "Assuredly," Mr.Draconmeyer replied.

"I will send the money to your room." "Thank you once more," she said, "and thank you, too, for my drive.