Then there were the red carpet once more, and the street people, and the crowd of carriages and liveries, and big, white favours.
Inside the carriage, and moving away to the echo of the street people's cheer, she tried to turn and look at Lord Walderhurst with an unalarmed, if faint, smile.
"Well," he said, with the originality which marked him, "it is really over!" "Yes," Emily agreed with him.

"And I never can forget Lady Maria's goodness." Walderhurst gazed at her with a dawning inquiry in his mind.

He himself did not know what the inquiry was.

But it was something a trifle stimulating.

It had something to do with the way in which she had carried herself throughout the whole thing.