To Laverick it was all--like a dream--the laughing crowd, the flushed men and bright-eyed women, the lowered lights, the air of voluptuousness which somehow seemed to have enfolded the place.

In the hall her maid came up.

A small motor-brougham, with two servants on the box, was standing at the doorway.

Mademoiselle turned suddenly and gave him her hand.
"Our supper-party, I think, Mr.Laverick," she said, "has been quite a success.

We shall before long, I hope, meet again." He handed her into the carriage.