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"I expect I'm not much good, but I should love to." She dared not refer to her wealth, of which, in fact, she was rather ashamed. "Well, you can help, all right," said Jane Foley, rising. "Are you a member?" "No. But I will be to-morrow." "They'll give you something to do," said Jane Foley. "Oh yes!" remarked Miss Ingate. "They'll keep you busy enough and charge you for it."
Still, they had accomplished something. Miss Ingate had gone back into oils and was attending life classes, and Audrey, by terrible application and by sitting daily at the feet of an oldish lady in black, and by refusing to speak English between breakfast and dinner, had acquired a good accent and much fluency in the French tongue.
"Though a certain coolness did arise over the luggage this morning. But I don't want to be ideally happy all the time. And I won't be. I want I want all the sensations there are; and I want to be everything. And I can be. Musa understands." "If he does," said Miss Ingate, "he'll be the first husband that ever did." Her lips were sardonic. "Well, of course," said Audrey nonchalantly, "he is.
At this point Miss Ingate ought to have yielded her seat to the terrific Rosamund, but she failed to do so, doubtless by inadvertence. "Will you come into the foyer for a moment?" Rosamund inflexibly suggested. "Isn't the interval nearly over?" said Audrey. "Oh, no!" And as a fact there was not the slightest sign of the interval being nearly over. Audrey obediently rose.
This phenomenon, to which he was not unaccustomed, did not by itself disturb him; but the face of Miss Ingate gave him strange apprehensions, which reached a climax when Miss Ingate, obviously not at all at ease, muttered: "There is a later will, Mr. Foulger. It was made last year." "I see," he breathed, scarcely above a whisper. He thought he did see.
Nick considered that she had the right to monopolise Rosamund, and she monopolised her. Miss Ingate prudently gathered Audrey to her side, and was off with her. Nick ran to kiss them, and told them that Tommy was waiting for them in the other studio. They groped downstairs, guided by a wisp of light from Tommy's studio. "Why didn't you come up?" asked Miss Ingate of Tommy in Tommy's antechamber.
Susan Foley began to clear the table. "Supper at nine," said she curtly. Audrey and Miss Ingate were writing letters to Paris. Jane Foley had gone forth again to a committee meeting, which was understood to be closely connected with a great Liberal demonstration shortly to be held in a Midland fortress of Liberalism. Miss Nickall, in accordance with medical instructions, had been put to bed.
Having by a masterly process of ratiocination reached this conclusion, she began to think rather better of herself, and ceased blushing. "Aguilar," she demanded excitedly, having gone back through the plantation. "Did Miss Ingate happen to say where I was staying last night?" "No, madam." "I must run into the house and write a note to her, and you must take it down instantly."
The parlourmaid, in a negligence of attire indicating that no man was left alive in the house, waited at the door of the study to learn whether or not Miss Moze was in. "You'll have to see him," said Miss Ingate firmly. "It'll be all right. I've known him all my life. He's a very nice man."
Not a soul knows except me and Aguilar. And it seems to get safer every day. She does venture about the house now, though she never goes into the garden while it's light. It was Aguilar had the idea of putting this room straight for her." "And it was he who cut the bread-and-butter," added Jane Foley. "And this was to be our first tea-party!" Miss Ingate half shrieked.
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