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Fritz his animal passion for her his horror of her now Miss Schley their petty, concealed strife Rupert Carey's love Leo Ulford's desire of conquest his father's strange, pathetic devotion Winter falling at the feet of Spring figures and events from the panorama of her life now ended flickered through her almost numbed mind, while the tears still ran down her face. And Robin Pierce?
I should like to know her." "Yours isn't the voice to talk down a trumpet," said Leo Ulford, with a sudden air of surliness. "I should like to know her now I know you and your father." At the mention of his father Leo Ulford's discontented expression increased. "My father's a rotter," he said. "Never cared for anything. No shot to speak of. He can sit on a horse all right.
There was complete silence in the room. Then Leo dropped the latch-key. It fell on the thick carpet without a noise. He made a hasty, lumbering movement to pick it up, but Lord Holme was too quick for him. When Lady Holme saw the key in her husband's hand she moved at last and came forward into the middle of the room. "Mr. Ulford's come to tell me about the Blaxtons' dance," she said.
"Here I am," he remarked, as if the statement were certain to give universal satisfaction. Robin looked black and moved a step closer to Lady Holme. "Thank you, Mr. Pierce," she said. She took Leo Ulford's arm, nodded to Robin, and walked away. Robin stood looking after her. He started when he heard Carey's voice saying: "Why d'you let her dance with that blackguard?" "Hulloa, Carey?"
Very soon people began to whisper round her. Artists find it very difficult to listen to other artists on these occasions. In a minute or two almost everybody was speaking with an air of mystery. Miss Schley put her lips to Leo Ulford's ear. Evidently she had a great deal to say to him. He began to pout his lips in smiles. They both looked across at Lord Holme.
She'll be as dry as a dog-biscuit, wear a cap and spectacles with gold rims, and say nothing but 'Oh, my, yes indeed! to everything that's said to her. Does she come from Susanville?" "How extraordinary! I believe she does." Leo Ulford's laugh was triumphant and prolonged. "That's where they breed marmars!" he exclaimed, when he was able to speak. "Women are stunning."
Presently she turned the conversation, which was getting a little too personal on Leo Ulford's side to a subject very present in her mind that night. "Did you have a talk with Miss Schley the other day after I left?" she asked. "I ran away on purpose to give you a chance. Wasn't it good-natured of me, when I was really longing to stay?"
Ulford that we are going on there." "I'm not. Never heard of it." Lady Holme was on the point of retorting that it was he who had told her to accept the invitation on the ground that "the Elwyns always do you better than anyone in London, whether they're second-raters or not," but a look in Leo Ulford's eyes checked her. "Very well," she said.
Under the subtle influence of Lady Holme's complete comprehension of him, Leo Ulford's nature expanded, stretched itself as his long legs stretched themselves when his mind was purring. There was not much in him to reveal, but what there was he revealed, and Lady Holme seemed to be profoundly interested in the contents of his soul.
"It's Sir Donald's son, Leo," said Lady Cardington. Pimpernel Schley lifted her eyes for an instant from her plate, glanced at Leo Ulford, and cast them down again. "Leo Ulford's a blackguard," observed Mrs. Trent. "And when a fair man's a blackguard he's much more dangerous than a dark man." All the women stared at Leo Ulford with a certain eagerness. "He's good-looking," said Sally Perceval.
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