"It's only because I think it would look marked." Percy thought there was something in that, and he didn't dislike the idea of proving to the person, whoever it was, that had written the letters, how little effect they had had. Yet, they had left a tinge of jealousy that would easily be roused again, especially at her insistence. He noticed that she didn't make the fact that she was chaperoning Madeline an excuse, as most women would have done. She was frank about it. Still, he tried once more. "I don't want you to go." "But I want to." She was not particularly fond of opposition, and began to look annoyed. She thought Percy was beginning to sit on her a little too much. "Well," he said, "I shall not dine out with you and Madeline first: I don't care to. But I'll hire an electric motor for you at eleven, and it shall fetch you at twelve-thirty. If Madeline doesn't want to come then, she can easily go back alone. It isn't far for her." "Oh, she won't want to stop any longer than that." "Oh, very well, we'll leave it like that. I shall dine at the club." "It's unkind of you. I believe you don't want to see me start." "You're quite right. I hate the idea of your appearing there in your lovely new dress. I suppose you want to wear it?" "Oh, I don't care in the least," she answered, "if you'd rather not." "Oh, hang it! Wear what you like," he answered rather crossly. * * * * * She did not see him again before she started, and, naturally, being a woman, she put on the new dress. It was pale yellow, and she knew Percy would have liked it and would have called her a canary. She went out, not in the best of tempers, and Madeline also, though looking very charming, did not look forward to the entertainment, and was thinking, with rather an aching heart, of Rupert in the lagoons of Venice. The Hilliers' house was arranged with the utmost gorgeousness. Nigel felt a little return of his pride in it to-night. It was covered all over with rambler roses, and looked magnificent. There was such a crowd that Nigel hoped to get a little talk alone with Bertha, but feared she would not come. He was agreeably surprised to see her arrive alone with Madeline. It so happened that Mary was not in the room when they were announced, and very soon Nigel managed to take her down, first into the refreshment-room, and then into the boudoir, which had been arranged with draperies and shaded lights. "I just want to have a few words with you," he said, and got her into a little corner. There was a heavy scent of roses; the music sounded faintly. "Bertha!" he said. "It was too sweet of you to come. I shall never forget it. You don't know how miserable I am." "Oh, rubbish!" she answered. "You've no earthly reason to be. I wish you wouldn't talk nonsense." "I've never seen you look so lovely." "I shall go away if you talk like that. Can't you see I don't like it?" "I wonder Percy allowed you to come alone, looking like that."