"Or _here ?"_ contemptuously pointing to a window further on that leads to a conservatory.
For a moment Mrs.Bethune loses herself--only for a moment, however.
That first foolish movement that betrayed her knowledge of where Tita really is has to be overcome.
"The dance is over," says she, "and the gardens are exquisitely lit.
Lady Warbeck has great taste.

After all, Maurice," slipping her hand into his arm, "our bet is a purely imaginary one.

We know nothing.
And perhaps I have been a little severe; but as it _is_ a bet, I am willing to lose it to you.

Let us take one turn down this walk that leads to the dahlias, and after that----" "After that----" "Why, _you_ win, perhaps." "As you will," says he listlessly.
His heart is still on fire.

Not a word passes his lips as they go down the path.