Then Mrs.Van Stuyler took a sip out of her cup and said: "But really, Lord Redgrave, I feel that I must ask you whether you think that what you have done during the last few minutes (which already, I assure you, seem hours to me) is--well, quite in accordance with the--what shall I say--ah, the rules that we have been accustomed to live under ?" Lord Redgrave looked at Miss Zaidie again.

She didn't even raise her eyelids, only a very slight tremor of her hand as she raised her cup to her lips told that she was even listening.

He took courage from this sign, and replied: "My dear Mrs.Van Stuyler, the only answer that I can make to that just now is to remind you that, by the sanction of ages, everything is supposed to be fair under two sets of circumstances, and, whatever is happening on the earth down yonder, we, I think, are not at war." The next moment Miss Zaidie's eyelids lifted a little.

There was a tremor about her lips almost too faint to be perceptible, and the slightest possible tinge of colour crept upwards towards her eyes.

She put her cup down and got up, walked towards the glass walls of the deck-chamber, and looked out over the cloud-scape.
The shortness of her steamer skirt made it possible for Lord Redgrave and Mrs.Van Stuyler to see that the sole of her right boot was swinging up and down on the heel ever so slightly.