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The whole of the right side of the face was puffy and heavy-looking, and drawn down towards the chin. It was also at present discoloured. For as Lady Holme lay under the car she had been badly burnt.
Fritz was still hovering about looking remarkably out of place and strangely ill at ease. To-day his usual imperturbable self-confidence had certainly deserted him. He spoke to people but his eyes were on the door. Lady Holme knew that he was waiting for Miss Schley. She felt a sort of vague pity for his uneasiness. It was time for the concert to begin, but the Princesses had not yet arrived.
Lady Holme glanced from one to the other, and murmured to Sir Donald with a smile: "I think we shall find to-night that the claque is not abolished in England." He raised his eyebrows and looked distressed. "I have very little hope of her acting," he murmured back. Lady Holme put her fan to her lips. "'Sh! No sacrilege!" she said in an under voice.
"Ah!" said Lord Holme, striking a match, and holding out his cigarette case, regardless of regulations. A momentary desire to look in at the Elwyns' possessed him. Then he thought of a supper-party and forgot it. MRS. WOLFSTEIN was right. There was money in Miss Schley's performance.
"You think she dislikes me then?" "Do women want definite reasons for half the things they do? Miss Schley may not say to herself that she dislikes you, any more than you say to yourself that you dislike her. Nevertheless " "We should never get on. No." "Consider yourselves enemies for no reasons, or secret woman's reasons. It's safer." Lady Holme looked down the gallery again.
"Ah!" said the man, who was the pale footman Lady Holme had sent with the latch-key to Leo Ulford. "Hopeless. It's a hard thing to have to tell a lady she'll always be be " "What, sir?" said the footman. "Well what people won't enjoy looking at." He winked his eyes. He was a little bald man, with a hatchet face that did not suggest emotion.
As there is no castle at the Holme now, I need not pursue my inquiries any further. It was by accident that I stumbled on this bit of archaeology, and as I have a good many namesakes, it may perhaps please some of them to be told about it. Few of us hold any castles, I think, in these days, except those chateaux en Espagne, of which I doubt not, many of us are lords and masters.
Leo Ulford stood for an instant looking heavy and sulky, then, pushing out his rosy lips in a sort of indignant pout, he swung round on his heels. As he did so, Lord Holme came into the room holding the bottle of eau de Cologne. When he saw Leo he stopped. Leo stopped too, and they stood for a moment staring at each other. Lady Holme, who was still by the open window, did not move.
"Fool or not, I'd kick out Pierce as I kicked out Carey if I thought " "And suppose I wouldn't let you?" Her voice had suddenly changed. There was in it the sharp sound which had so overwhelmed Miss Filberte. Lord Holme sat straight up and looked at his wife. "Suppose what?" "Suppose I declined to let you behave ridiculously a second time." "Ridiculously! I like that!
"I wouldn't trust him a yard." "Believe me, he doesn't wish you to. He's far too clever to desire the impossible." "Then he can stop desirin' you." "Don't be insulting, Fritz. Remember that by birth you are a gentleman." Lord Holme bit through his cigarette. "Sometimes I wish you were an ugly woman," he muttered. "And if I were?"
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