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Casa Felice is the name of it. I know it well." "Casa Felice. How delicious! But is it the place for Sir Donald?" "Why not?" "For an old, tired man. Casa Felice. Won't the name seem an irony to him when he's there?" "You think an old man can't be happy anywhere?" "I can't imagine being happy old." "Why not?" "Oh!" she lowered her voice "if you want to know, look at Mrs. Ulford."
If he thought so she would go at once and leave cards on Mrs. Ulford, whom she was longing to know. Both notes went off by hand before lunch. THE Ulfords accepted for the first. Lady Holme left cards on Mrs. Leo and told her husband that the box was filled up. He received the information with indifference. So long as his wife was there to please Miss Schley, and Mr.
Deuced odd that while the dumb understand the whole show the person who's describing it quite accurately to them often knows nothing about it. Paradox, irony, blasted eternal cussedness of life! Did you ever know Lady Ulford?" "No." "She was a horse-dealer's daughter." "Rupert!" "On my honour!
Sir Donald Ulford, wandering round the walls, was examining the pictures upon them. Lady Manby, a woman with a pyramid of brown hair and an aggressively flat back, was telling a story. Evidently it was a comic history of disaster.
Neither she nor Leo Ulford replied to his question. "What's this key?" he repeated. "The key of Mr. Ulford's house, I suppose," said Lady Holme. "How should I know?" "I'm not askin' you," said her husband. He came a step nearer to Leo. "Why the devil don't you answer?" he said to him. "It's my latch-key," said Leo, with an attempt at a laugh. Lord Holme flung it in his face.
She saw Leo Ulford shoot an angry glance at his father. Mrs. Wolfstein nodded and smiled at her from the opposite box, and it struck Lady Holme that her smile was more definitely malicious than usual, and that her large black eyes were full of a sort of venomous anticipation. Mrs. Wolfstein had at all times an almost frightfully expressive face.
This fact, fully recognised by her, made her wish to walk warily where otherwise her temper might have led her to walk heedlessly. She wanted to do an unusual thing, to draw her husband's attention to an intimacy which was concealed from the world the intimacy between herself and Leo Ulford. After her visit to the house in Half Moon Street she began to see a great deal of Leo Ulford.
"All right," he said, and he went out of the room. She watched till he was gone, then darted to the window and leaned out. She was too late. The cab was driving off and Leo was gone. He must have entered the house. BEFORE she had time to leave the window she heard a step in the room. She turned and saw Leo Ulford, smiling broadly like a great boy and holding up the latch-key she had sent him.
Standing up he looked more than ever like a huge boy, and he had much of the expression that is often characteristic of huge boys an expression in which impudence seems to float forward from a background of surliness. Lady Holme said nothing. Leo Ulford sat down beside her in an armchair. "Better weather," he remarked.
She was going out incessantly and could be over-fatigued. She could have woman's great stand-by in moments of crisis a bad attack of neuralgia. It was the simplest matter in the world. The only question was all things considered, was it worth while? By "all things considered" she meant Leo Ulford. The touch of Fritz in him made him a valuable ally at this moment.
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