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If she was allowed to pick the other woman, she could just put up with a partie carrée. But she hadn't picked out Lady Derl. Lady Derl was something that had never touched her world except from a box across the footlights on an occasional première. One flash of Folly's eyes took in Lady Derl, and then her long lashes drooped before Lady Derl had time to take in Folly. Folly's whole self drooped.
"H lne is a pretty name," said Lewis. "None of that, young man," said Leighton. "You'll call H lne my Lady." "That's a pretty name, too," said Lewis. "Yes," said the lady, rising and holding out her hand, "call me that at the door." "Dad," said Lewis as they walked back to the flat, "does she live all alone in that big house?" Leighton came out of a reverie. "That lady, Lew, is Lady H lne Derl.
They examined many places, pleasant and unpleasant. Finally Lewis settled on a great, bare, loft-like room within a few minutes' walk of the flat. "This will do," he said. "Why?" asked Leighton. "Space," said Lewis. "Le Brux taught me that. One must have space to see big." While they were still busy fitting up the atelier a note came to Lewis from Lady Derl.
"Hélène," he said, "you've been awfully good to me, too. I I don't forget." "You don't forget," repeated Lady Derl. "That's why I kissed you. Don't be hard on your little pal when you find her. Remember, you've gone a long way alone." As Lewis strode away rapidly toward the flat, the fragrance of Hélène clung to him.
"Yes," said Lady Derl; "he said he found you in the geometrical center of nowhere, surrounded by equal parts of wilderness." "That's what he thought," said Lewis; "but there was a home tucked into the wilderness. It had been my home for a great many years. People had been kind to me there Mrs. Leighton; Natalie, my pal; an old darky named just mammy; and, in a way, the Reverend Orme.
"Oh, no, of course not," gasped Lady Derl, trying to gulp down her mirth. "Not at all." And then she laughed again. Lewis waited solemnly for her to finish, then he told her of some of the things he had heard at the club. "H lne," he finished, "I want you to know that I don't only see what a fool I was. I see more than that. I see what you and dad sacrificed to my blindness.
At Lewis's first words she had flushed; then she turned pale, deathly pale, and steadied herself with one hand on the back of a chair. She put the other hand to the side of her head and pressed it there. "That's it," she said; "he's he's not himself." Then she faced Lewis. "Lew, that's my that's Lord Derl that you saw." "H lne!" cried Lew, putting out quick hands toward her.
"Apologies are hateful," said Lady Derl. "They're so final. To see a fine young quarrel, in the prime of life, die by lightning sad! sad!" She started drawing off her gloves. "Let's have tea." As she poured tea for them she asked, "And what's the real reason you two aren't coming to my dinner?" Leighton picked up the maimed kid and laid it on the tea-tray. He nodded toward Lewis.
A psychologist would have liked an hour to study the lightning change that came over Folly when, on the following day, she suddenly realized Lady Derl. Folly had blown into the flat like a bit of gay thistledown. For her, to lunch with one man was the stop this side of boredom; but to lunch with two was a delight.
But I want to fight, not play. Will you lunch at our place to-morrow?" "Let's see. To-morrow," said Folly, tapping her lips to hide a tiny yawn. "Well, we can't fight unless we get together, can we? Yes, I'll come." Immediately upon leaving Folly, Leighton called on Lady Derl, by appointment. He had already been to Hélène with his trouble over Lewis. It was she that had told him to see Folly.
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