"Nearly every one has gone.
Will you take me down to supper?
I am tired out." He stared at her, not recognizing her.
"Have I vexed you ?" she faltered.
And with a sudden horrible revulsion of feeling he remembered.

The poor chromo had fallen violently from its nail.

But the nail remained--ready.
He took her into the supper-room and got her a glass of champagne.

She subsided on to a sofa beside another woman, vaguely suspecting trouble in the air.

He felt thankful that Rachel had already gone.