Her face had hardened a little.

Every one was so happy and she was so lonely.

She stuffed the notes and gold back into her bag, looked at her hat in the glass and touched her face for a moment with a powder-puff.

Then she left the room, rang for the lift and descended.
"I am going into the Club for an hour or so, if I am wanted," she told the concierge as she passed out.
* * * * * Hunterleys, on leaving the hotel, walked rapidly across the square and found David waiting for him on the opposite side.
"Felicia will be late," the latter explained.

"She has to get all that beastly black stuff off her face.