suddenly. Like a priestess she looked, unconscious, sunk in a heavy half-trance.

A servant came, and soon reappeared with armfuls of silk robes and shawls and scarves, mostly oriental, things that Hermione, with her love for beautiful extravagant dress, had collected gradually.

‘The three women will dance together,’ she said.

‘What shall it be?’ asked Alexander, rising briskly.

‘Vergini Delle Rocchette,’ said the Contessa at once.

‘They are so languid,’ said Ursula.

‘The three witches from Macbeth,’ suggested Fraulein usefully. It was finally decided to do Naomi and Ruth and Orpah.