"This bottle is vowed. Flossie has smiled for the first time for
three evenings."
She threw a paper fan at him, and sat down again by Guy.
"Do tell him the story you told me," she whispered in his ear. "Louis,
listen!"
Guy retold his story. Monsieur le Baron listened intently. So did the
lady who had accompanied him. Guy felt that he told it very well, but
for the second time he omitted all mention of that missing sheet of
paper which had come into his possession. Monsieur le Baron was
obviously much interested.
"You are quite sure--of the two men?" he asked quietly.
"Quite!" Guy answered confidently. "One was----"
Madame--Flossie's friend--dropped a wineglass. Monsieur le Baron raised
his hand.
"No names," he said. "It is better not. We understand. A most
interesting adventure, Monsieur Poynton, and--to your health!"
The wine was good, and the fun of the place itself went almost to the
head. Always there were newcomers who passed down the room amidst a
chorus of greetings, always the gayest of music. Then amidst cheers
Flossie and another friend whom she called from a distant table danced a
cake-walk--danced very gracefully, and with a marvellous display of
rainbow skirts.
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