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As she turned back to him, he noticed with more complete appreciation the lines of her ample but graceful figure, the more remarkable because she was neither tall nor slim. "So that was your wife at Claridge's yesterday afternoon?" she remarked, a little abruptly. He assented in silence. Her eyes sought his speculatively. "I know that Lady Clanarton is a terrible gossip," she went on.
And at that moment his obscure irritation made him turn towards youth. Old age had cheated him. Well, he was young; he would seek consolation! At Claridge's he inquired for Miss Van Tuyn, and was told she was out, had been out since the morning. Craven was pulling his card-case out of his pocket when he heard a voice say: "Are there any letters for me?"
"But I am getting jealous, and shall take her away because I want to talk to her all to myself!" And, when they had settled that the two girls should meet at tea the following day in Cora's sitting-room at Claridge's, where she was staying with a friend, the newly engaged pair went off together beaming with joy and affection.
Claridge is bad to-night." A sinister smile passed over Eglington's face. "Who brings the message, Garry?" "A servant Miss Claridge's, my lord." An ironical look came into Eglington's eyes; then they softened a little. In a moment he placed a jar of oxygen in the butler's hands.
What the next hours meant to Bobby can be imagined. They were passing somehow. The night, the morning, the afternoon wore away. He bought some magnificent roses and returned to his flat to dress, determined that he would take them himself to Claridge's, hoping that by some chance he might catch a glimpse of her. He was just starting out when, to his surprise, Clancey was announced.
You are going about asking for trouble, and I think you will find it. If you change your mind, come to me at Claridge's." He walked away, and Vine turned to greet Mrs. Deane and Stella, who were just coming out. Stella, whose eyes were still bright with the excitement of the music, laid her hand for a moment softly in his. "Where are you taking us for supper?" she answered.
As the look in Eglington's face the night she came upon him and Soolsby in the laboratory haunted her, so the look in her own face had haunted Soolsby. Her voice announcing Luke Claridge's death had suddenly opened up a new situation to him.
But certainly it enticed. He heard the distant sound of a woman's dress and saw Mrs. He thrust a hand into the breast-pocket of his coat and brought out the dead man's letter. Mrs. Clarke came up to the fire and greeted him. She did not look a moment older than when he had seen her last at Claridge's, or indeed than when he had first seen her standing under the statue of Echo in Mrs.
"He walks me round the golf-course in the park, and gives me advice." "Confounded impertinence!" said Lord Robert. "He thinks I ought not to go to Claridge's alone when I leave here, in case some one made love to me. He feels if I looked more like his sisters it would be safer. I have promised that Véronique shall stay at the other side of the door if I have visitors."
Let's go where we are least likely to meet any one we know." "Respectability and a starched shirt-front, then," Wilmore decided. "We'll go to Claridge's." The two men occupied a table set against the wall, not far from the entrance to the restaurant, and throughout the progress of the earlier part of their meal were able to watch the constant incoming stream of their fellow-guests.
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