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Miss Mangles sat down and accepted Lady Orlay's invitation in the full and perfect conviction that she owed it to her greatness. "Are they abstainers?" she asked, reflectively, going back in her mind over the causes she had championed. "Nay," replied Joseph, winking gravely at a policeman in Northumberland Avenue. "Perhaps Lord Orlay is open to conviction."
Lady Orlay's clever eyes flashed round for a moment, and she looked grave. It was as if she had pushed open the door of another person's room. "I like the old man," she said, with a change of tone. "What is he?" "He is a rebel." "Proscribed?" "No they dare not do that. He was a great man in the sixties.
"Then," she said, after a pause, "it would have been better for you if we had not met at Lady Orlay's, in London. Monsieur Deulin once said that you had never had a check in your career. This is the first check. And it has come through knowing us." Cartoner made no answer, but stood watching the door of the pavilion with patient, thoughtful eyes. "You cannot deny it," she said.
"But surely," he said, in a lower tone, turning to Netty, "you know the Princess Wanda? Did you not meet her at Lady Orlay's?" Netty had already displayed some interest in Martin Bukaty, which was perhaps indiscreet. For a young man's vanity is singularly alert, and he was quite ready to return the interest with interest, so to speak. "Yes," she replied, "we met her at Lady Orlay's.
For the most part, no one spoke, though one German commercial traveller protested with so much warmth that an examination of his trunks was nothing but an intrusion on the officer's valuable time that a few essayed to laugh and feel at their ease. Reginald Cartoner, who had been among the first to quit Lady Orlay's, was an easy first across the frontier.
You must excuse my sitting down so near to you without seeing you. I was thinking of something else." "I hardly expect you to recollect me," Netty hastened to say. "You must have met so many people in London. Is it not odd that so many who were at Lady Orlay's that night should be in Warsaw to-day?" "Yes," answered Wanda, rather absently. "Are there many?" "Why, yes. Mr.
Lady Orlay's entertainments were popularly said to be too crowded, and no one knew this better than Lady Orlay. "Let us ask them all and be done with them," she said; and had said it for thirty years, ever since she had begun a social existence with no other prospects than that which lay in her husband's brain then plain Mr. Orlay.
Paul Deulin happened to be in Lady Orlay's drawing-room, nearly a month later, when Miss Cahere's name was announced. He made a grimace and stood his ground. Lady Orlay, it may be remembered, was one of those who attempt to keep their acquaintances in the right place that is to say, in the background of her life.
She did not know that Deulin had brought Wanda to London to stay at Lady Orlay's until Martin effected his escape and joined his sister in England. She only knew what the world now knew that Price Martin Bukaty had died and been buried at sea. It was very sad, she had said, he was so nice. Deulin did not join in the conversation again.
And you know more history that was ever written in books. You know more than I do, and Heaven knows that I know a great deal. For you are a reader, and I never look into a book. I know the surface of things. The Bukatys are in London. I give you that to put in your pipe and smoke. Father and son. It is not for them that I seek Lady Orlay's help.
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