His Hour

For Tamara and Millicent had risen, and with stately steps had quitted

the scene.

It was all too terrible and too vulgarly melodramatic, Tamara thought,

especially that touching of the woman and that flinging of the gold,

the latter caused by the same barbaric instinct which made him throw

the silver in the Sheikh's village by the moonlit Sphinx, only this was

worse a thousandfold.

The next morning the two ladies left the ship at Brindisi before

either the Prince or Stephen Strong was awake. Both were silent upon

the subject of the night before, until Millicent at last said when they

were in the train: "Tamara--you won't tell Henry or your family, will you, dear? Because

really, last night he was so fascinating--but that dancing! I am sure

you feel, with me, we could have died of shame."