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She had been like a human being who says, "To do this will be a sin. Very well, I choose to sin. But I will sin carefully." At the Elwyns she had discovered why her husband had not come with her. She had stayed late to please Leo Ulford. Mr.
She had said to Robin Pierce that she thought there was something about Leo Ulford that was like her husband, and when she talked to him she found the resemblance even greater than she had supposed. Lord Holme and Leo Ulford were of a similar type.
Miss Schley was secretly furious at his having found out what she had been doing, still more furious at his having dared to criticise any proceeding of hers. To revenge herself at one stroke on both Lord and Lady Holme she had turned to Leo Ulford, whose destiny it evidently was to be used as a weapon against others.
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.
"I want you to take a note to Eaton Square," she said. "It will be ready in five minutes." "Yes, my lady." She went to her writing table and wrote this note to Leo Ulford: "DEAR MR. ULFORD, I am grieved to play you false, but I am too tired to-night to come on. Probably you are amusing yourself. I am sitting here alone over such a dull book.
Leo Ulford seemed at present forced into a certain constraint by the family element in the box. He looked at his father sideways, then at Lady Holme, drummed one hand on his knee, and was evidently uncertain of himself. During the opening scene of the play he found an opportunity to whisper to Lady Holme: "I never can talk when pater's there!" She whispered back: "We mustn't talk now."
She spoke in her usual light voice, without tremor or uncertainty. Her face was perfectly calm and smiling. Leo Ulford cleared his throat. "Yes," he said loudly, "about the Blaxtons' dance." Lord Holme stood looking at the latch-key. Suddenly his face swelled up and became bloated, and large veins stood out in his brown forehead. "What's this key?" he said. He held it out towards his wife.
Poor Carey! She thought of the Arkell House ball, but only for a moment. Then someone spoke to her. A moment later Miss Schley came slowly into the room, accompanied by a very small, wiry-looking old woman, dreadfully dressed, and by Leo Ulford, who was carrying a bouquet of red carnations. The kind care of Mr. Ongrin had provided a bouquet for each lady who was performing.
Leo Ulford looked unusually grave, even thoughtful, as if he were pondering over some serious question. He kept his blue eyes fixed upon Lady Holme. At last he said, in a voice much lower than usual: "Poor chap!" "Who's a poor chap?" Leo jerked his head towards the door. "Your father? Why?" "Why at his age!" The last words were full of boyish contempt. "I don't understand." "Yes, you do.
Leo Ulford stretched out his long legs slowly, his type's way of purring. "I'd rather have gone on yarning with you." "Then you did have a talk! She was at my house to-night, looking quite delicious. You know she's conquered London?" "That sort's up to every move on the board." "What do you mean? What board?" She looked at him with innocent inquiry.
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