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Updated: May 18, 2025
It was providential that the unknown Lord Chilminster's place was so near; but had it been ten times as far off, Jeannette, boiling with justifiable indignation, and with her mind made up to exact reparation, would have gone there. "It's awful! It's unheard of! I I won't have it! Who can have done it?" she kept repeating through white teeth set viciously.
The barefaced appropriation of his car by an unknown young woman almost took Lord Chilminster's breath away. He had, at much inconvenience to himself, motored all the way to Lady Hartley's to contradict and sift an amazing and annoying report that he had discovered in the Morning Post.
As for Jeannette, in spite of Lord Chilminster's effortless ease, her powers of conversation were frozen. She was reduced to monosyllables, and she ate in proportion. It was a humiliating experience to be accepting the hospitality of the enemy; one, moreover, that made it awkward for her to prolong hostilities.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" Lord Chilminster's voice startled her out of her reverie. The servants had noiselessly retired, and they were alone. "I I feel ready to sink through the floor," she rejoined inconsequently. He returned his cigarette case to his pocket, looking quite concerned. "I'm so sorry. I ought not to have " "No, no. Please smoke. It isn't that," stammered Jeannette.
How express in words her view of an intolerable situation which no self-respecting girl could even calmly think about? Lord Chilminster's mind was almost similarly engaged. He was wondering who Miss Jeannette L. Urmy could be, and whether she was aware of the obnoxious paragraph in the paper.
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