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It was awfully kind of you to be so explicit. As you know, I am not good at taking hints." And with that he was gone, unruffled to the last, perfectly courteous, almost dignified, while she stood and watched his exit with a vague and disquieting suspicion that he had somehow managed to get the best of it after all. When Beryl Denvers first came to Kundaghat to be near her friend Mrs.
Notwithstanding the resolution she infused into her voice, she made the proposal somewhat breathlessly, for she knew in her heart she knew that it would be instantly negatived. And so it was. His face expressed sharp surprise for a second, developing into prompt remonstrance. "My dear Mrs. Denvers, in this heat! You have not the least idea of what it would mean.
Beryl uttered a sharp sigh and let the matter drop. Nonentity though he might be, she would have given much for a glimpse of his inner soul just then. For three days after the reception at Farabad Beryl Denvers returned to her seclusion, and during those three days she devoted the whole of her attention to the plan that Lord Ronald Prior had laid before her. It worried her a good deal.
"You must allow me to eat my dinner, Miss Malone. You see I have a good deal of carving to do, and besides I am a busy man," said Mr. Denvers in a good-humored voice, for it was difficult to resist the roguish glances of Kitty's eyes, and the sort of affectionate way in which she cuddled up to her host's side.
Kitty in her new dress, with a train nearly a foot on the ground, was stepping backward and forward before the long glass in Mrs. Denvers' wardrobe. Her eyes were flashing with merriment and delight. Her small arched feet were dancing a pas de seul in and out of the many flounces which befrilled the end of the pink dress. "Well, do you like it?" called Kitty. "How do you think I look?
Now, please, please, promise me one thing you won't tell that I asked you for this money?" "Why not? I must tell some one. I must get the money somehow." "But you made me a promise you would not tell. It is very wrong to break a promise." "I don't care whether it is right or wrong. I cannot keep this secret, Elma. I must remember Laurie, Perhaps Mr. Denvers will lend me the money.
Elma walked home alone, musing much over the aspect of affairs. "I wonder what Kitty did want with me," she said to herself. "Doubtless it had something to do with that money. Kitty was in despair, so it seems. Oh, there's Fred Denvers; perhaps he can tell me something? Hullo, Fred!"
She had withdrawn a little from the stream of guests, and was standing slightly apart, watching the gorgeous spectacle in the splendidly lighted hall, when a tall figure, dressed in regimentals, came quietly up and stood beside her. With a start she recognised Fletcher. He bent towards her instantly, and spoke. "I trust that you have now quite recovered from your fatigue, Mrs. Denvers."
I found a dress with a train to it in my trunk, a new dress from Dublin, and I'm in it, and beautiful I look. Come up and see me. I'm gazing at myself in your glass. I never saw anything so lovely in the whole course of my life." Mrs. Denvers and Alice now both appeared upon the scene.
"It's soothing anyway to know that that wild-rose complexion won't survive the summer. Captain Monck looks curiously out of his element. No doubt he prefers the bazaars." "But Stella Denvers is enchanting to-night," murmured Mrs. Ralston. Lady Harriet overheard the murmur, and her aquiline nose was instantly elevated a little higher. "So many people never see beyond the outer husk," she said.
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