Helen, who, unlike her friend, had not had the advantage of a distinguished career upon the amateur dramatic stage, turned away and held a handkerchief to her eyes.
"Not a word," was Philippa's sorrowful reply.
Captain Griffiths offered a clumsy expression of his sympathy.
"Bad luck!" he said.

"I'm so sorry, Lady Cranston.

Good night once more." This time their departure was uninterrupted.

Helen removed her handkerchief from her eyes, and Philippa made a little grimace at the closed door.
"Do you believe," Helen asked seriously, "that Captain Griffiths has any suspicions ?" Philippa shrugged her shoulders.
"If he has, who cares ?" she replied, a little defiantly.

"The very idea of a duel of wits between those two men is laughable." "Perhaps so," Helen agreed, with a shade of doubt in her tone..