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Your sterling common sense is admirable, Sophia. You place the whole matter at once on a businesslike footing." "Do you imagine for a moment ?" began Miss Chilvers slowly. "Yes," said Lady Kimbuck. "How much?" Miss Chilvers sobbed. "If I have lost him for ever " Lady Eva rose. "But you haven't," she said pleasantly. "I wouldn't dream of standing in your way."
She had seldom read better compromising letters in her life, and she was agreeably surprized that one whom she had always imagined a colorless stick should have been capable of them. Roland nodded. "Well, it's lucky you're rich," said Lady Kimbuck philosophically. "What are you asking for these?" she enquired of Miss Chilvers. "Exactly," said Lord Evenwood, relieved. "Precisely.
Lady Kimbuck, laying down her crochet-work, took one look at the apparition, and instantly decided that one of her numerous erring relatives had been at it again. Of all the persons in the room, she was possibly the only one completely cheerful. She was used to these situations and enjoyed them.
"It is absolutely necessary for you, my dear, to make a good match, or you will all be ruined. I, of course, can always support my declining years with literary work, but " Lady Eva groaned. Against this last argument there was no appeal. Lady Kimbuck patted her affectionately on the shoulder. "There, run along now," she said.
Further acquaintance with Lady Kimbuck had convinced him that if she had wanted him, she would have got him somehow, whether he had accepted or refused. What he really blamed himself for was his mad proposal. There had been no need for it.
I repeat, you are childish!" "Yes, I know he's a very decent little chap, Father," said Lady Eva. "It's not that at all." "I should be gratified, then, to hear what, in your opinion, it is." "Well, do you think I could be happy with him?" Lady Kimbuck gave tongue. She was Lord Evenwood's sister. She spent a very happy widowhood interfering in the affairs of the various branches of her family.
Lady Kimbuck was crocheting, Lord Evenwood dozing, Lady Eva reading, and Roland thinking. A peaceful scene. A soft, rippling murmur, scarcely to be reckoned a snore, had just proceeded from Lord Evenwood's parted lips, when the door opened, and Teal announced, "Miss Chilvers." Roland stiffened in his chair.
He had seemed to Roland, stricken by interviews with his host and Lady Kimbuck, the only human thing in the place. He liked Teal. On the other hand, Teal was certainly taking a liberty. He could, if he so pleased, tell Teal to go to the deuce. Technically, he had the right to freeze Teal with a look. He did neither of these things.
It was too obvious to him that his ally was thoroughly enjoying herself. She had the center of the stage, and did not intend lightly to relinquish it. "My good girl," said Lady Kimbuck, "talk less and prove more. When did Mr. Bleke promise to marry you?" "Oh, it's all right. I'm not expecting you to believe my word. I've got all the proofs you'll want. Here's his letters."
Cinema palaces were a passion with her, and she was up in the correct business. "Is he here? In this room?" Roland slunk from the shadows. "Mr. Bleke," said Lord Evenwood, sternly, "who is this woman?" Roland uttered a kind of strangled cough. "Are these letters in your handwriting?" asked Lady Kimbuck, almost cordially.
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