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"Don't go yet!" But Thelma was determined not to detain her husband a moment longer than he wished so Lady Winsleigh, seeing remonstrances were of no avail, bade them both an effusive good-night. "We must see a great deal of each other!" she said, pressing Thelma's hands warmly in her own: "I hope we shall be quite dear friends!"
Marvelle, "I must call at the Van Clupps' " "I'll call there with you. I owe them a visit. Has Marcia caught young Masherville yet?" "Well," hesitated Mrs. Marvelle, "he is rather slippery, you know so undecided and wavering!" Lady Winsleigh laughed. "Never mind that! Marcia's a match for him! Rather a taking girl only what an accent! My nerves are on edge whenever I hear her speak."
Whether he were judged as wise or weak in his behavior there was surely something noble about him something unselfish and heroic that deserved recognition. Presently Lord Winsleigh continued in calmer tones "I've been talking too much about myself, Errington, I fear forgive it! Sometimes I've thought you misunderstood me " "I never shall again!" declared Philip earnestly.
Lord Winsleigh advances rather eagerly there is a charm in the exquisite nobility of Thelma's face that touches his heart and appeals to the chivalrous and poetical part of his nature. "Sir Philip and I have known each other for some years," he says, pressing her little fair hand cordially.
Neville made as though he would speak, but a gesture from Sir Philip's hand restrained him. Britta went on rather dispiritedly, "Anyhow, Briggs has just told me that only yesterday Lady Winsleigh went all by herself to see this actress, and that she got some letter there which she brought to the Froeken " she recoiled suddenly with a little scream. "Oh, Sir Philip! where are you going?"
"Fool!" muttered Lady Winsleigh to herself, apostrophizing "Lennie" in this uncomplimentary manner. "Fool! I wonder if he thinks I care! He may play hired lacquey to all the women in London if he likes! He looks a prig compared to Philip!" And her gaze wandered, Philip was standing by his wife, engaged in an animated conversation with Lord Winsleigh.
"So I am, Thelma," murmured Lady Winsleigh, a guilty flush coloring her cheeks. "You have made me very miserable," went on Thelma gravely, and with pathetic simplicity, "and I am sorry indeed that we ever met. I was so happy till I knew you! and yet I was very fond of you! I am sure you mean everything for the best, but I cannot think it is so.
Do you remember that big 'at home' at the Van Clupp's when they had a band to play in the back-yard, and everybody was deafened by the noise? Wasn't it quite too ridiculous!" Lady Winsleigh laughed over this reminiscence, and then betook herself to the consideration of lunch, a tasty meal which both she and Mrs.
Ernest came with him, of course, and they rambled about together all the time. The boy enjoyed it." "I remember now," said Mrs. Marvelle. "But I've not seen anything of you since you came back, Clara, except once in the park and once at the theatre. You've been all the time at Winsleigh Court by-the-by, was Sir Francis Lennox there too?" "Why, naturally!" replied the beauty, with a cool smile.
The Van Clupps, the Rush-Marvelles, and others like them, and as for Clara Winsleigh " He turned to study her ladyship attentively. She was sitting quite close to the piano her eyes were cast down, but the rubies on her bosom heaved quickly and restlessly, and she furled and unfurled her fan impatiently.
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