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Her hair was of a very light shade of golden-brown, her complexion wonderfully fair. Lady Weybourne glanced at her shoes and gloves, at the bag which she was carrying, and the handle of her parasol. Then she nodded approvingly. "You don't know her?" Richard asked, in a disappointed whisper. She shook her head. "Sorry," she admitted, "but I don't. They've probably only just arrived."
She had been inclined at first to resent his offer. She had looked at him and changed her mind. Even when she had turned away, she had smiled. It was ridiculous, but he felt as though he had taken a great step. Presently Lady Weybourne, on her way to the baccarat rooms, saw him sitting there and looked in. "Well, Dicky," she exclaimed, "what luck?" "Sit down, Flossie," he begged.
In a few minutes the manager himself came hurrying out from the restaurant. His salute was almost reverential. When, after a few moments' conversation, he departed, he did so with the air of one taking leave of royalty. Lady Weybourne, who was an inquisitive little person, was puzzled.
The weight was once more upon her heart, the blankness before her eyes. She remembered! "I am quite able to go home now," she added. Her gold bag lay upon her lap. It was almost empty. She looked at it vacantly and then closed the snap. "We'll see you back to the hotel," Lady Weybourne said soothingly. "Here comes Harry with the brandy and soda."
"Dicky," she murmured, wiping her eyes, "tell me, is that why you are sitting there, looking as though you could see right into Heaven? Do you know that your face was one great beam when I came in?" "Can't help it," he answered contentedly. "I've spoken to her and she smiled." Lady Weybourne opened her gold bag and produced a card. "Well," she said, "here is another chance for you.
Grex was anxious to keep apart his daughter and Lady Weybourne, whose relationship to Richard Lane he had only just apprehended; while he himself desired a little quiet conversation with Monsieur Douaille before they paid the visit which had been arranged for to the Club and the Casino. In the end, Mr. Grex was both successful and unsuccessful.
"Well, I'll give you that little electric coupé you were so keen on last time we were in London, if you'll get me an introduction to that girl within twenty-four hours." Lady Weybourne gasped. "What a whirlwind!" she exclaimed. "Dicky, are you, by any chance, in earnest?" "In earnest for the first time in my life," he assured her. "Something has got hold of me which I'm not going to part with."
There was a momentary commotion in the Club. A woman had fainted at one of the roulette tables. Her chair was quickly drawn back. She was helped out to the open space at the top of the stairs and placed in an easy-chair there. Lady Weybourne, who was on the point of leaving with her husband, hastened back.
I am awfully obliged to you, Flossie." "If she is there," Lady Weybourne declared, rising, "I shall consider that it is equivalent to one wheel of the coupé." "Have a cocktail instead," he suggested. She shook her head. "Too early. If we meet later on, I'll have one. What are you going to do?"
She stood there while the usual restoratives were being administered, fanning the unconscious woman with a white ostrich fan which hung from her waist. Presently Violet opened her eyes. She recognised Lady Weybourne and smiled weakly. "I am so sorry," she murmured. "It was silly of me to stay in here so long. I went without my dinner, too, which was rather idiotic."
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