He crossed the room to pick up her wrap from the chair it had been laid on.
He opened the door and she preceded him down the stairs.
They waited for a few minutes while the doorman called for the Marquis’s carriage and then Yola stepped into it.
Only as they drove away did she say hesitatingly,
“I-I am – sorry – I did not – mean to – upset you.”
“I am sorry too,” the Marquis replied. “I forgot how unsophisticated you are.”
He smiled as if he mocked himself before he said,
“Shall we forget what happened tonight and remember only how happy we were beside the cascade in the Bois de Boulogne?”
“Please – let’s do – that.”
There was a throb in her voice as if she was not far from tears. The Marquis put his arm round her and drew her very gently against him.
“It’s all right, my sweet,”
