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Updated: May 20, 2025
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.
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.
The gay expression had abruptly died away from her face and she looked almost stupid. "Hulloa!" said Lord Holme, as he saw her. She said nothing. "Thought you were goin' to the Blaxtons to-night," he added. She made a strong effort and smiled. "I meant to, but I felt tired after the opera." "Why don't you toddle off to bed then?" "I feel tired, I don't feel sleepy."
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