He hesitated.

A cold, familiar voice at his elbow intervened.
"Are you quite ready for tea, Lady Hunterleys?
I have been in and taken a table near the window." Hunterleys moved at once on one side.

Draconmeyer bowed pleasantly.
"Cheerful time we had last night, hadn't we ?" he remarked.

"Glad to see your knock didn't lay you up." Hunterleys disregarded his wife's glance.

He was suddenly furious.
"All Monte Carlo seems to be gossiping about that little contretemps," Draconmeyer continued.