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"Ah, yes," said the lady, unperturbed, "but five minutes is a long time sometimes. Is Leighton a common name?" "Not as common as some," said Lewis. "Why?" "Nothing, only I know some Leightons in Brazil." Lady Derl saw Lewis start, and quickly lay down his fork. She watched in vain through the rest of that dinner for a conversational sensation at his end of the table.
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.
Nelton knocked, and threw open the door without waiting for an answer. "Her ladyship," he announced. Lady Derl entered. She was looking very girlish in a close-fitting, tailored walking-suit. The skirt was short the first short skirt to reach London. Beneath it could be seen her very pretty feet. They walked excitedly. Lady Derl was angry. She held a large card in her hand.
Lewis leaped forward with a cry. "H lne! H lne!" She held him off. "Don't touch me!" she gasped. "I only wanted you to see the whole burden of love. Now go, dear. Please go. I'm I'm very tired." Lewis, walking rapidly toward the flat, was thinking over all that Lady Derl had said and was trying to bring Folly into line with his thoughts. He had never pictured Folly old. He tried now and failed.
Every one of 'em was planned at some ultra dinner incrusted with hothouse flowers and hothouse women." "Thanks," said Lady Derl. Lewis might have been bored by that first formal dinner if he had known the difference between women grown under glass and women grown in the open. But he didn't.
Often Lewis and his father had been summoned by a scribbled note for pot-luck with Lady Derl; but this time it was a formal invitation, engraved. Lewis read his card casually. His face lighted up. Leighton read his with deeper perception, and frowned. "Already!" he grunted. Then he said: "When you've finished breakfast, come to my den. I want to talk to you."
He thought of joining him, and searched time-tables and sailings, only to find that he could not catch up with the expedition. Besides, as he looked back on their last days in America, he doubted whether his father would have welcomed his coming. The next few days were terrible indeed, for Lady Derl, as he had feared, was out of town.
"He made it, I'm going to gamble a bit on him." "Poor little thing!" said Lady Derl, poking the two-legged kid with her finger. "I'm going to put him under Le Brux, Saint Anthony, if he'll take him," continued Leighton. "We leave for Paris to-morrow." "Under Saint Anthony?" repeated Lady Derl. "H m m! Perhaps you are right. But Blanche, Berthe, and Vi will hold it against me."
"Everybody here all dad's friends except Lady Derl call him Grapes Leighton. Why? I've started to ask him two or three times, but somehow something else seems to crop up in his mind, and he doesn't give me a chance to finish." Nelton's lowered eyes flashed a shrewd look at Lewis's face.
"Almost any day now," said Lewis; but before 'any day' came around, something happened that materially delayed the satisfaction of Vi's curiosity. Lady Derl had frequently drafted Lewis into dinners that she thought would be stupid for her without him. As a result, the inevitable in London happened. It became a habit to invite Lewis when Lady Derl was coming.
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