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She shivered, and it seemed to him that her body shook naturally, as if it couldn't help shaking. "But remember she'll come back with her sheaves!" she added, looking at him. "And then the 'old guard' will fall upon her." For a moment she looked cruel, and though he did not understand her meaning Craven realized that she would not have much pity for Lady Sellingworth in misfortune.
Being a thorough gentleman he never talked, as some vulgar men do, of his conquests. But Lady Sellingworth knew that his silence probably covered a multitude of sins. And her ignorance of the greater part of his life often ravaged her. What was he doing when he was not with her? Who was he making love to? His name was not specially connected with that of any girl whom she knew in society.
Two lovers of Italy must always feel at home there, and the sight of Vesuvius is encouraging, I think. So don't forget that my "beat," as you call it, often lies in Soho. Isn't dear Adela Sellingworth delightful? She looked like a wonderful antique in that Italian frame. I love every line in her face and would give my best bronze to have white hair like hers.
"But not to powder her face!" said Miss Van Tuyn. "She keeps us waiting, like the great prima donna in a concert, just long enough to give a touch of excitement to her appearance. Dear Lady Sellingworth! She has a wonderful knowledge of just how to do things. That only comes out of a vast experience." "Or don't you think that kind of thing may be instinctive?" said Craven.
Beaten paths are like the front at Brighton on a Sunday morning. What do you say to our coffee, dearest?" "It is the best I have drunk for a long while outside my own house," Lady Sellingworth answered. Then she turned to Craven. "Are you really going to smoke a Toscana?" "If you really don't mind? It isn't a habit with me, but I assure you I know how to do it quite adequately."
Craven, perhaps, was bringing a little solace into this lonely life. And now he, Braybrooke, was endeavouring to make an end of that solace. For he quite understood that, women being as they are, a strong friendship between Adela Sellingworth and Craven was quite incompatible with a love affair between Craven and Beryl Van Tuyn.
He glanced round towards the window and started. "What's the matter?" Miss Van Tuyn leaned forward and looked. There was no longer anyone sitting at the table by the window. Lady Sellingworth had disappeared. "What has become of Adela?" exclaimed Miss Van Tuyn. "I haven't the least idea," said Craven, looking uncomfortable. "Perhaps She complained of the heat just now.
Braybrooke was delighted, and still more delighted when Lady Sellingworth and Craven both said that it was the best acting they had seen in London for years. "But it comes out of Russia, I suppose," said Lady Sellingworth. "Poor, wonderful, horrible, glorious Russia!" "Forgive me for a moment," said Braybrooke. "Lady Wrackley seems to want me."
Have you heard what the Bolshevist envoy said to the Prime Minister when " But at this moment someone spoke to the duchess, who was already beginning to laugh at the story she was intending to tell and Lady Sellingworth was aware of a movement on her left. She felt as if she blushed, though no colour came into her face. "How are you, Lady Sellingworth?"
I shall when I meet her I shall really venture to remonstrate with her about it. And besides, apart from the personal question, one owes something to one's contemporaries. Upon my word, I begin to understand at last why certain very charming women haven't a good word to say for Adela Sellingworth." "You mean the 'old guard, I suppose?" "I don't wish to mention any names.
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