She stood by Lord Brecon, but she might have been a hundred miles away from him. Never once did he address her, never once did he even look in her direction. At last some of the more elderly people began to say good-night. Their carriages were called to the door and one by one they came up to express their good wishes all over again, to shake Lord Brecon’s hand and kiss Caroline’s fingers. Many guests, Caroline noticed, had returned to the card-room. Among them was Mrs, Miller. But Gervase Warlingham stood for a long time, leaning against the wall at the far end of the ballroom, watching the crowd round Lord Brecon and Caroline.
Caroline was well aware that he was there and more than once she found herself glancing involuntarily in his direction. She found it hard not to be conscious of h
