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"Miss Felicity," Cardington began, when they had become seated, "I suspect that you were racing against time, endeavouring, in fact, to finish that book before our arrival should interrupt you." "You would not have been welcome a moment sooner," she admitted. "Felicity is a deep student in shallow literature," the bishop put in epigrammatically. "As if Zola were ever shallow," she said.
"Ah, but I was young then," the bishop retorted, "or I should never have assumed that responsibility." They were still laughing at this sally when the maid appeared in the door to announce that dinner was served. Seeing a late caller, she hesitated, and Cardington broke in. "I must go now," he announced. "Remember, Miss Felicity, not to overdo the matter of eating sweetmeats.
"Don't apologise, please," she panted, "for we got along capitally. Dr. Cardington gave me this candle, but declined to come with us. I thought he quite resented our intrusion, and was anxious to pass us up without delay." Then, turning to her companions with whimsical imperiousness, "Stand in a row, the whole class, till I introduce you to your new instructor."
"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.
It was pleasant to think that Cardington was to accompany him to the bishop's, but as it was still too soon to call for him, he stood for a few moments looking down upon the campus. The giant shadow of the Hall had now crept to the verge of the plateau.
Have I known the love in which alone all sweetness lives?" The thought had come in like a firefly through an open window. "Have I? Have I?" And something within her felt a stab of pain, something within her soul and yet surely a thousand miles away. "Tutto tutto al mondo e vano," murmured Lady Cardington. "We feel that and we feel it, and do you?" "To-day I seem to," answered Lady Holme.
"I hope I may see you again," he said rather tentatively at parting. "I am to be found in the Albany." They both said they would call, and he slipped away gently. "There's a sensitive man," said Carey when he had gone. "A sort of male Lady Cardington. Both of them are morbidly conscious of their age and carry it about with them as if it were a crime. Yet they're both worth knowing.
Suddenly he became aware that Cardington had been talking again, and that he had shown indifferent courtesy as a listener. He roused himself to attention, and detected at once the unusual flavour of his companion's remarks, from which all jest had gone, showing instead a poetical and reminiscent mood.
"Not two to one," Cardington objected. "Say rather that the forces are drawn up in the proportion of one and a half to one and a half. I stand in the ambiguous position of the peacemaker, inclining now this way, now that, and receiving in turn the whacks of each contestant.
It did not now occur to her lover that she might wish to avoid her husband; as far as he was concerned, she had no husband. He only appreciated his own disappointment, and stood chafing before the stupid herd that blocked his way to the street. In this mood he cared not at all to discuss the events of the evening with his companion; but Cardington was full of caustic comment.
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