The particular social set in London that the Marquis belonged to doubtless spent their time in this way when they were not watching their horses race each other’s or attempting to kill more pheasants than their friends.
‘I mean nothing to him,’ Trina thought, ‘and by now he will already have forgotten me.’
She left the salon, but she did not go out into the garden.
Instead she went up to bed and, quite unaccountably after Susi had come to say ‘goodnight’ to her looking so radiantly happy that her eyes seemed to light the room, Trina cried herself to sleep.
*
The following morning the Comte was very businesslike in his plans for the day.
“I have arranged with the Marchioness,” he said, “that she will meet us in the Music Room at three o’clock. Until then there is a great deal to do.”
