be obeyed in a moment, but I wanted her first to satisfy my just curiosity. What had happened before dinner, while she was on the hills with Lord Mellifont?
"How do you know anything happened?"
"I saw it in your face when you came back."
"And they call me an actress!" cried Mrs. Adney.
"What do they call me?" I inquired.
"You're a searcher of hearts—that frivolous thing, an observer."
"I wish you'd let an observer write you a play!" I broke out.
"People don't care for what you write; you'd break any run of luck."
"Well, I see plays all around me," I declared; "the air is full of them to-night."
"The air? Thank you for nothing! I only wish my table-drawers were."
"Did he make love to you on the glacier?" I went on.
She stared; then broke into the graduated ecstasy of her laugh. "Lord Mellifont, poor dear? What a funny place! It would indeed be the place for our love!"
