Catherine left the room, and went down the passage to her own. Outside her husband's dressing-room, next hers, was standing his valet, and a sudden thought occurred to her.

"Is his lordship dressed, do you know?" she asked.

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"No, my lady. His lordship told me he would call me when he began," said the man.

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She went to the door, tapped, and entered.

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"Flynn told me you were not dressing yet," she said, "though both you and I will be late if we don't begin."

"I waited till I heard you come to your room," he said. "What is it?"

"Only I am afraid you must take in Alice Yardly and have Theodosia next you. I am sorry: it is the upper and nether millstones. But we'll change about to-morrow."

Thurso was lying on his sofa, doing nothing, and with no book or paper near him; nor did he look as if he had been sleeping. His eyes were bright and alert. He looked radiantly happy and cheerful; it was not the same man who had frowned and started all the way down in the car.

"Why should we change about to-morrow?" he said. "I delight in Theodosia and I adore Alice. Her extraordinary silliness makes me feel wise in my own conceit, and conceited in my own wisdom. Is it really dressing-time? How tiresome! Don't let us dine till nine to-morrow. It is absurd dining before in the summer. One oughtn't to lose a minute of this heavenly twilight hour by doing anything in it."

Catherine had walked to the open window by which his sofa was drawn up; and was observing him closely. He stretched himself with the luxuriousness of some basking animal as he spoke, and she saw he had a cigarette in each hand, both of which were burning.

"Is that a new plan?" she said, "smoking two cigarettes at once?"

"Yes, so far as I am concerned; but it's not original. Don't you remember the Pirate King in 'Peter Pan' smokes two--or was it three?--cigars together, because he is such an astounding swell? My God! what a play! It put the clock back thirty years. The moral is that you can't have too much of a good thing. You should lay your pleasures on thick, not thin; butter your cake on both sides, and put jam on the top. I am awfully happy to-night. It was an excellent idea of yours to come down here. How wonderful the light is! how good everything smells!"