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Can you find out from her maid whether she is awake?" It was superbly done. There was not a quaver in Lady Splay's voice, not a sign of agitation in her manner. "I'll inquire, my lady," replied Harper, and he left the room upon his errand. "One thing is certain," Mr. Albany Todd broke in. "I was watching Harper over your shoulder, Lady Splay. He hasn't seen the paragraph.
Harold Jupp was quite unimpressed by Millie Splay's outburst. He remained severely in front of her, judge, prosecutor and jury all in one, and all relentlessly against her. "And what is his name?" Lady Splay looked down and looked up. "Mr. Albany Todd," she said. "I don't like it," said Harold Jupp. "No," added Dennis Brown sadly from a corner. "We can't like it, Lady Splay."
I shall dress as if I was going, but at the last moment I shall plead a headache and stay behind." "Very well, madam," said Jenny. But it seemed to her that Stella was throwing down her arms. Stella, however, had understood, upon hearing of the invitation for Lady Splay's party, that she could do nothing else. The Willoughbys were strict folk. Mrs.
"He will be safer there," she said to herself. "Yes, but she had to take him away," Stella's thoughts responded. She was dangerous then in Millie Splay's judgment. The sweet flattery set Stella smiling. She went up to her room rejoicing that she had chosen that week to visit Rackham Park. She was playing a losing game, but she did not know it.
Miss Whitworth was at that moment in the supper-room at Harrel. She was seen there. The woman's voice which answered was either Mrs. Croyle's or yours." Nothing could have been quieter or gentler than Millie Splay's utterance. But it was like a searing iron to the shoulders of Jenny Prask. "Mine!" The word was launched in a cry of incredulous anger. "It wasn't mine.
Her voice trailed off lamentably into a plea for kind treatment and gentleness. Here was Millie Splay's second preoccupation. As it was Sir Chichester's passion to see his name printed in the papers, so it was Millie's to gather in the personages of the moment under her roof. She had promised that this party should be just a small one of old friends with Luttrell as the only new-comer.
A look of bewilderment crept into the faces of the group about the table. "But who in the world could have written it?" cried Sir Chichester in exasperation. "It was written over your name." "Mine?" The bewilderment in Millie Splay's face deepened into anxiety. She looked at her husband with a sudden sinking of her heart. Had his foible developed into a madness? Such things had been.
Sir Chichester, with larger mother-of-pearl buttons on his fawn-coloured overcoat than ever decorated even a welshing bookmaker on Brighton Downs, led Hillyard up to Lady Splay. "My wife. Millie, Mr. Hillyard." Hints of Lady Splay's passion for the last new person had prepared Hillyard for a lady at once gushing and talkative.
"I am engaged to the chauffeur," she replied with a smile; and Millie Splay looked sharply up. "Oh," she murmured slowly, after a pause. "Thank you, Jenny. Yes, thank you." The quiet satisfaction of Millie Splay's voice puzzled Jenny and troubled her security. She watched Lady Splay warily.
Here again Hillyard was able to see the smile on Millicent Splay's face, but it was a smile rather rueful and it ended, no doubt, in a sigh of annoyance. Hillyard himself was caught away to quite another scene.
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