He took the glass and handed it to Stella, then as she shook her head he put it to his own lips and drank as a man drinks to a memory.

"No," he said then.

"I am dancing only one dance to-night, and that will not be with Lady Harriet Mansfield." "Who then ?" questioned Tommy.
It was Stella who answered him, in her voice a note that sounded half-reckless, half-defiant.

"It isn't given to every woman to dance at her own funeral," she said: "Captain Monck has kindly consented to assist at the orgy of mine." "Stella!" protested Tommy, flushing.

"I hate to hear you talking like that!" Stella laughed a little, softly, as though at the vagaries of a child.
"Poor Tommy!" she said.