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The little party trooped out of the restaurant and made their way to a corner of the lounge, where tables had already been prepared with coffee and liqueurs. Geraldine Conyers and Captain Granet, who had lingered behind, found a table to themselves. Lady Anselman laid her fingers upon Major Thomson's arm. "Please talk for a few more minutes to Selarne," she begged.
Lady Anselman's party was suddenly increased by the advent of some acquaintances from an adjoining table, all of whom desired to be presented to Madame Selarne. Major Thomson, set at liberty, made his way at once towards the small table at which Captain Granet and Geraldine Conyers were seated. She welcomed him with a smile. "Are you coming to have coffee with us?" she asked?
"I can't remember whom we are waiting for!" she exclaimed a little helplessly to the remaining guest, a somewhat tired-looking publisher who stood by her side. "I am one short. I dare say it will come to me in a minute. You know every one, I suppose, Mr. Daniell?" The publisher shook his head. "I have met Lord Romsey and also Madame Selarne," he observed.
"Madame Selarne has promised to give us an outline of the new play which she is producing in Manchester." "If that would interest you all," Madame Selarne assented, "it commences so!" For a time they nearly all listened in absorbed silence. Her gestures, the tricks of her voice, the uplifting of her eyebrows and shoulders all helped to give life and colour to the little sketch she expounded.
His left arm reclined uselessly in a black silk sling. He glanced around the little assembly. "First of all," he said, bowing to the French actress and raising her fingers to his lips, "there is no one who does not know Madame Selarne. Lady Patrick, we have met before, haven't we? I am going to see your husband in his new play the first night I am allowed out. Mr.
And this is Geraldine's brother Lieutenant Conyers." The two men shook hands pleasantly. Lady Anselman glanced at the clock and turned briskly towards the corridor. "And now, I think," she announced, "luncheon." As she moved forward, she was suddenly conscious of the man who had been talking to Madame Selarne.
"Always tactful, dear hostess," he murmured. "As a matter of fact, nothing but the circumstance that it was your invitation and that Madame Selarne was to be present, brought me here to-day.
"Your French is such a relief to her." He obeyed immediately, although his eyes strayed more than once towards the table at which Captain Granet and his companion were seated. Madame Selarne was in a gossipy mood and they found many mutual acquaintances. "To speak a foreign language as you do," she told him, "is wonderful.
A gleam of sunlight flashed upon the yellow-gold of her plainly coiled hair. "Is it your nephew, Captain Ronald Granet, who is coming?" she asked a little eagerly. Lady Anselman nodded. "He only came home last Tuesday with dispatches from the front," she said. "This is his first day out." "Ah! but he is wounded, perhaps?" Madame Selarne inquired solicitously.
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