Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 2, 2025
And Kitty softly took the chin aforesaid into her hands, and dropped a kiss on Lady Tranmore's cheek, which reddened a little under the sudden caress. "Don't be a goose, Kitty." But Elizabeth Tranmore stooped forward all the same and returned the kiss heartily. "Now tell me what you're going to wear at the Parhams'." Kitty rose deliberately, went to the bell and rang it.
He caught the face of a shady financier long since banished from Lady Tranmore's parties; beyond him a red-faced colonel, conspicuous alike for doubtful money-matters and matrimonial trouble; and in a farther corner the sallow profile of a writer whose books were apt to rouse even the man of the world to a healthy and contemptuous disgust.
A few Louis-Quinze girandoles on the walls, a Vernis-Martin screen, an old French clock, two or three inlaid cabinets, and a collection of lightly built chairs and settees in the French mode this was all she would allow; and while Lady Tranmore's room was always crowded, Kitty's, which was much smaller, had always an air of space.
But if Mary kept, in truth, a very sharp tongue for many of her intimates on the subject of Kitty, Lady Tranmore at least was determined to know nothing about it. On this particular evening, however, Lady Tranmore's self-control failed her, for the first time in three years.
"Very foolish of Lord Parham," said Mary, promptly. "I should have thought that a Prime Minister would welcome information from all sides. And of course Mr. Cliffe thinks that the government has been very badly served." Lady Tranmore's wonder broke out. "You don't mean that you hear from him?" She turned and looked full at her companion.
"It is no good ignoring the press," said Mary, holding herself gracefully erect. "And the Bishop quite agrees with me." Lady Tranmore sank back in her seat. "You discussed it with the Bishop?" It was now some time since Mary had last brought the family Bishop her cousin, and Lady Tranmore's to bear upon an argument between them.
Mary's color was still raised, but otherwise she betrayed no embarrassment. "Yes, dear Cousin Elizabeth. I have heard from him regularly for the last six months. I have often wished to tell you, but I was afraid you might misunderstand me, and my courage failed me!" The speaker, smiling, laid her hand on Lady Tranmore's. "The fact is, he wrote to me last autumn from Japan.
And, indeed, Kitty's own arrangements were almost complete, her money in her purse, the clothes she meant to take with her packed in one small trunk, some of the Tranmore jewels which she had been recently wearing ready to be returned on the morrow to Lady Tranmore's keeping, other jewels, which she regarded as her own, together with the remainder of her clothes, put aside, in order to be left in the custody of the landlord of the apartment till Kitty should claim them again.
But Ashe had written evidently in a press of business from the House, and had omitted to mention his temporary change of address. The Dean regretted it. He would rather have done his errand with Lady Kitty's injured husband on some neutral ground, and not in Lady Tranmore's house. At Park Lane, however, he was immediately admitted. "Mr.
Margaret paused, with her hand on the back of Lady Tranmore's chair, and there was a short silence. Then Lady Tranmore began, in a tone that endeavored not to be too serious: "I don't know how you're going to get out of it, my dear. Lady Parham has asked the Princess, first because she wished to come, secondly as an olive-branch to you.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking