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Updated: May 5, 2025
Among Leighton's many pet theories was one that he called the axiom of the propitious moment. Any tyro at life could tell that a thing needed saying; skill came in knowing how to wait to say it. At Lady Derl's dinner Leighton had decided to go away for several months. He had something to say to Lewis before he went, but he passed nervous days waiting to say it. Then came the propitious moment.
She told him to come and see her at once, to bring all his clippings on the "Startled Woman," and a photograph that would do the lady more justice than had the newspaper prints. When Lewis entered Lady Derl's room of light, it seemed to him that he had not been away from London for a day. The room was unchanged. Lady Derl was unchanged. She did not rise.
"Well," said Lewis, "I suppose it's because I'm the only man in town that always remembers Lady Derl's beauty and gray hair at the same time." The young person smiled. "I believe I've heard of you. Leighton is your name, isn't it?" "It's only five minutes since I was introduced," said Lewis, smiling, "and you made me say it over three times."
He went back to the flat and waited. He knew that Lewis would not be gone long. He would be too keen to hear his father's and Lady Derl's verdict. Leighton had just settled down to a book and a second cigar when Lewis came into the room like a breeze that had only a moment to stay. "Well, Dad," he cried, "what have you got to say now? What has Lady Derl got to say?"
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