CHAPTER XI.
AN INTERRUPTED LUNCHEON The great car swung to the right, out of Tooley Street and joined the stream of traffic making its slow way across London Bridge.
Fenella took the tube from its place by her side and spoke in Italian to the chauffeur.

When she replaced it, she turned to Arnold.
"Do you understand what I said ?" she asked.
"Only a word or two," he replied.

"You told him to go somewhere else instead of to the Carlton, didn't you ?" She nodded, and lay back for a moment, silent, among the luxurious cushions.

Her mood seemed suddenly to have changed.

She was no longer gay.