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In a few more days Thelma's engagement to Sir Philip Bruce-Errington was the talk of the neighborhood. The news spread gradually, having been, in the first place, started by Britta, whose triumph in her mistress's happiness was charming to witness. It reached the astonished and reluctant ears of the Reverend Mr.
"Who is she?" and in spite of herself, Lady Winsleigh's smile vanished and her lips quivered. "Lady Bruce-Errington," answered Sir Francis readily. "The loveliest woman in the world, I should say! Phil was beside her he looks in splendid condition and that meek old secretary fellow sat opposite Neville isn't that his name?
And Briggs kissed the tips of his fingers and waved them in the air as he had seen certain foreign gentlemen do when enthusiastic. "I comprehend," said the French maid, nodding emphatically. "Then, if she is so, what makes that proud Seigneur Bruce-Errington visit her?" Here she shook her finger at Briggs. "And leave his beautiful lady wife, to go and see her?" Another shake.
Marvelle said nothing, though she too was more or less curious to see the "peasant" addition to the circle of fashionable society, and when they entered the Park, both she and Lady Winsleigh kept a sharp look-out for the first glimpse of the quiet grey and silver of the Bruce-Errington liveries.
And society read the assailing paragraph, and rolled it in its rank mouth, like a bon-bon, enjoying its flavor. It ran as follows: "We hear on excellent authority that the Norwegian 'beauty, Lady Bruce-Errington, wife of Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, is about to sue for a divorce on the ground of infidelity.
She did speculate on Bruce-Errington, you know he was very attentive to her, at that ball I gave just before he went off to Norway." "He certainly seemed rather amused by her," said Mr. Marvelle. "Did she take it to heart when she heard he was married?" "I should think not," replied Mrs. Marvelle loftily. "She has too much sense. She merely said, 'All right! I must stick to Masherville!" Mr.
She stared, but was soon on the defensive. "Miladi is in a little error!" she said rapidly and with soft persuasiveness. "It is la mode. Miladi has perhaps lived in a country where the fashions are different. But if she will ask the most amiable Sieur Bruce-Errington, she will find that her dress is quite in keeping with les convenances." A pained blush crimsoned Thelma's fair cheek.
Marvelle, in a tone of meek inquiry. "An American woman never has sufficient," declared Mrs. Marvelle. "You know that as well as I do. And poor dear Mrs. Van Clupp has so set her heart on a really brilliant match for her girl and I had positively promised she should have Bruce-Errington. It is really too bad!" And Mrs.
This smote him deeply, for he was passionately fond of music, and was, moreover, a fine player, and it was at this stage of his misfortunes that he met by chance Bruce-Errington.
Fancy a Norwegian farmer's girl lumbering along with her great feet and red hands! . . . and, perhaps, not knowing whether to eat an ice with a spoon or with her fingers! I tell you Bruce-Errington will be ready to die for shame and serve him right too!" Mrs.
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