"The parting cup, my friends!" he exclaimed. "To our next merry meeting!"
With plaudits and laughter the guests eagerly and noisily responded,—and as they drank, the pavilion was flooded by a deep crimson illumination as of fire! Every face looked blood-red,—every jewel on every woman flashed like a living flame !—for one brief instant only,—then it was gone; and there followed a general stampede of the company,—everybody hurrying as fast as they could into the carriages that waited in long lines to take them to the station, the last two 'special' trains to London being at one A.m. and one-thirty. I bade Sibyl and her father a hurried good-night. Diana Chesney went in the same carriage with them, full of ecstatic thanks and praise to me for the splendours of the day, which she described i
