And swinging round on his heel he left the room abruptly, quite omitting to make his farewells to Mrs.Grey.
The latter looked across at Magda with a gleam of mirth in her brown eyes.

Then she shook her head reprovingly.
"Will you never learn wisdom, Magda ?" she asked, subsiding into a chair and extending a pair of neatly shod feet to the fire's warmth.
Magda laughed a little.
"Well, it won't be the fault of my friends if I don't!" she returned ruefully.

"Marraine expended a heap of eloquence over my misdeeds this afternoon." "Lady Arabella?
I'm glad to hear it.

Though she has about as much chance of producing any permanent result as the gentleman who occupied his leisure time in rolling a stone uphill." "Cat!" Magda made a small grimace at her.

"Ah, here's some tea!" Melrose, known among Magda's friends as "the perfect butler," had come noiselessly into the room and was arranging the tea paraphernalia with the reverential precision of one making preparation for some mystic rite.