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And in the meantime she became very intimate with Lady Winsleigh's maid, Louise Renaud, and Briggs, and learned from these two domestic authorities many things which greatly tormented and puzzled her little brain, things over which she pondered deeply without arriving at any satisfactory conclusion.
And when the evening for Lady Winsleigh's "crush" came, he looked regretfully round the lovely luxurious drawing-room with its bright fire, deep easy chairs, books, and grand piano, and wished he and his wife could remain at home in peace. He glanced at his watch it was ten o'clock. There was no hurry he had not the least intention of arriving at Winsleigh House too early.
And he had just had a glimpse into Lord and Lady Winsleigh's married life, which, to him, was decidedly unpleasant. He could not understand how Lord Winsleigh had become cognizant of all he had so frankly stated and then, why had he not told him everything at first, without waiting to declare it in his wife's presence? Unless, indeed, he wished to shame her?
Thus persuaded, Sir Philip briefly related the whole story of the misunderstanding that had arisen concerning Neville's wife, Violet Vere and concluded by saying "It is, of course, only through Britta that I've just heard about Lady Winsleigh's having anything to do with it. Her information may not be correct I hope it isn't, but " Lord Winsleigh interrupted him.
Lord Winsleigh's thoughts, whatever they were, deepened the lines of gravity on his face; and George Lorimer, as he got up from his couch on the grass, caught a fleeting expression in the brown eyes of Sir Francis Lennox that struck him with a sense of unpleasantness. But he quickly dismissed the impression from his mind, and went to have a quiet smoke in the shrubbery.
He admired his wife intensely, and never failed to flatter her vanity to the utmost excess, so that, on the whole, they were excellent friends, and agreed much better than most married people. It was about twelve o'clock in the day, when Mrs. Rush-Marvelle's neat little brougham and pair stopped at Lord Winsleigh's great house in Park Lane.
Now, Winsleigh's not bad in that particular, and I dare say Clara can hold her own, but I wouldn't bet on little Francis." Flopsie shrieked with laughter till she had a "stitch in her side," and was compelled to restrain her mirth. "Lor', Mr. Briggs!" she gasped, wiping the moisture from her eyes, "you are a regular one, aren't you!
Marvelle raised her hands and eyes in utter amazement. "Clara, Clara! Pray, pray be careful! Suppose any one else heard you going on in this manner! Your reputation would suffer, I assure you! Really, you're horribly reckless! Just think of your husband " "My husband!" and a cold gleam of satire played round Lady Winsleigh's proud mouth. She paused and laughed a little.
They watched, however, in vain it was not yet the hour for the crowding of the Row and there was not a sign of the particular equipage they were so desirous to meet. Presently Lady Winsleigh's face flushed she laughed, and bade her coachman come to a halt. "It is only Lennie," she said in answer to Mrs. Marvelle's look of inquiry. "I must speak to him a moment!"
Her ladyship's maid, Louise Renaud, of course, accompanied her ladyship, and Briggs was also to the fore in the capacity of Lord Winsleigh's personal attendant.
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