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Her name of Pimpernel was not against her. Men liked it for its innocence, and laughed as they mentioned it in the clubs, as who should say: "We know the sort of Pimpernel we mean." Miss Schley's social success brought her into Lady Holme's set, and people noticed, what Lady Holme had been the first to notice, the faint likeness between them. Lady Holme was not exquisitely sly.
At a little distance there was an odd resemblance in the one white face and fair hair to the other. Miss Schley's way of moving, too, had a sort of reference to Lady Holme's individual walk. There were several things characteristic of Lady Holme which Miss Schley seemed to reproduce, as it were, with a sly exaggeration.
"Well, I tell you I've taken a box and asked Laycock " The reiterated mention of this hallowed name was a little too much for Lady Holme's equanimity. "If Mr. Laycock's going the box won't be empty. So that's all right," she rejoined. "Mr. Laycock will make enough noise to give the critics a lead. And I suppose that's all Miss Schley wants."
"With the Duke sittin' there!" There was a sound of outrage in the voice. "Didn't I kick that sweep out of the house?" he added. "Didn't I?" "I believe you asked Mr. Carey not to call anymore." Lady Holme's voice had no excitement in it. "Asked him! "Don't make such a noise, Fritz. The men will hear you." "I told him if he ever came again I'd have him put out." "Well, he never has come again."
Under the subtle influence of Lady Holme's complete comprehension of him, Leo Ulford's nature expanded, stretched itself as his long legs stretched themselves when his mind was purring. There was not much in him to reveal, but what there was he revealed, and Lady Holme seemed to be profoundly interested in the contents of his soul.
It even frequently turns his head and makes him almost as intoxicated as a young girl with adulation received at her first ball. The combination of Miss Schley herself and Miss Schley's celebrity or notoriety had undoubtedly turned Lord Holme's head. Perhaps he had not the desire to conceal the fact. Certainly he had not the finesse.
Perhaps he would have been more sorry if Leo Ulford had not come into Lady Holme's life, and if the defiance within her had not driven her into an intimacy that distressed Mrs. Leo and puzzled Sir Donald. Robin's time in London was very nearly at an end. The season was at its height. Every day was crowded with engagements.
Yes, Fritz had made it safe, but: Circumstances presently woke in Lady Holme's mind a rather disagreeable suspicion that though Fritz had "come round" with such an admirable promptitude he had reserved to himself a right to retaliate, that he perhaps presumed to fancy that her defiant action, and its very public and unpleasant result, gave to him a greater license than he had possessed before.
He threw himself down on a sofa and began to light a cigarette. "The evening? No, I don't." "Why not?" He crossed his long legs and leaned back, resting his head on a cushion, and puffing the smoke towards the ceiling. "They all seemed cheery what? Even Lady Cardington only cried when you were squallin'." It was Lord Holme's habit to speak irreverently of anything he happened to admire.
The retort struck like a whip on Lady Holme's temper. She forgot the believers in the angel and the angel too. "How dare you?" she exclaimed. "As if I " He took up the latch-key and thrust it into her face. His sense of physical triumph was obviously dying away, his sense of personal outrage returning. "Good women don't do things like that," he said. "If it was known in London you'd be done for."
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