Snooks' carriage has come'"--came quietly up to the sofa. "Her
ladyship's carriage, your Grace."
Brigit rose. "Yes, I fear I must run away. Thanks so much for having
me----"
And when the men came in she had gone.
When she reached Golden Square she found the house in a blaze of light,
and smiled. It was like Joyselle to celebrate her return by illuminating
his every window; it would have been like him to put up a triumphal
arch; to have a big supper awaiting her; these things belonged to the
side of his nature that clamoured for expression in white satin ties.
For a moment she sat still in the motor, while the footman held the door
open.
"Come back at half-past eleven, Jarvis," she told the man, and got out.
The door was opened by Toinon, somewhat to Brigit's surprise--for it
would have been more like Joyselle to rush downstairs on hearing her
motor stop, but the reason was soon plainly comprehensible, for Joyselle
was playing. It was evidently earlier than they had expected her.
Slipping off her cloak and with a finger to her lips, she went quietly
upstairs and stood leaning against the side of the door.
It was wild music that she heard; music that made the blood in her
temples and throat pulse harder than ever.
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