Jane had miscalculated as to her hour, or the time spent at the dinner-table had been shorter than usual.

In fact, Lady Walderhurst had brought her guests to see the young moon peer through the lime-trees, as she sometimes did when the evening was warm.
Jane Cupp fled precipitately.

Ameerah disappeared also, but without precipitation or any sign of embarrassment.
* * * * * "You look as if you had not slept well, Jane," Lady Walderhurst remarked in the morning as her hair was being brushed.

She had glanced into the glass and saw that it reflected a pale face above her own, and that the pale face had red rims to its eyes.
"I have been a bit troubled by a headache, my lady," Jane answered.
"I have something like a headache myself." Lady Walderhurst's voice had not its usual cheerful ring.

Her own eyes looked heavy.