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"Sir Francis Lennox!" cried Philip furiously. "Thank God! there's a man to deal with! By Heaven, I'll choke him with his own lie!" Lady Winsleigh raised her eyebrows in well-bred surprise. "Dear me! It is a lie, then? Now, I should have thought from all accounts that it was so very likely to be true!" Philip turned white with passion.
I believe there's a short cut to it by water; at any rate I know the way she went." "'I know the way she went home with her maiden posy!" quoted Lorimer, with a laugh. "You are hit Phil, 'a very palpable hit'! Who would have thought it! Clara Winsleigh needn't poison her husband after all in-order to marry you, for nothing but a sun-empress will suit you now."
He gasped rather than spoke these words; his face was white as death, and his eyes had a confused and bewildered stare. "Certainly!" answered Philip promptly, though not without an accent of surprise, and, excusing their absence briefly to his wife and Lady Winsleigh, they left the box together.
Lady Winsleigh bit her lips rather vexedly, but said no more, and at that moment exclamations of delight broke from all assembled at the brilliant scene that suddenly flashed upon their eyes.
Miss Vere raised her eyes with charming languor and a slow smile. "Oh yes!" "He visits you, doesn't he?" "Frequently!". "I'm afraid you'll think me rude and inquisitive," continued Lady Winsleigh, with a coaxing air, "but but may I ask " "Anything in the world," interrupted Violet coolly. "Ask away! But I'm not bound to answer." Lady Winsleigh reddened with indignation.
Tall and elegantly formed, with an almost regal grace of manner, Clara, Lady Winsleigh, deserved to be considered, as she was, one of the reigning beauties of the day. Her full dark eyes were of a bewitching and dangerous softness, her complexion was pale, but of such a creamy, transparent pallor as to be almost brilliant, her mouth was small and exquisitely shaped.
"You must choose your own way of life, of course," said Lady Winsleigh coldly. "But you draw rather foolish comparisons, Thelma. There is a wide difference between Mary Anderson and Violet Vere. Besides, Mr. Lovelace is a bachelor, he can do as he likes and go where he likes without exciting comment.
And confused by the general insincerity, she clung, poor child! to Lady Winsleigh, who had the tact to seem what she was not, and the cleverness to probe into Thelma's nature and find out how translucently clear and pure it was a perfect well of sweet water, into which one drop of poison, or better still, several drops, gradually and insidiously instilled, might in time taint its flavor and darken its brightness.
"I don't believe it," she said rather faintly. "Believe it or not, it is true!" he replied curtly. "Ask the manager of the Brilliant, if you doubt me. Winsleigh, it's no use my stopping here any longer. As her ladyship refuses to give any explanation " "Wait a moment, Errington," interposed Lord Winsleigh in his coldest and most methodical manner. "Her ladyship refuses but I do not refuse!
"Good heavens! What a magnificent woman!" mutters Beau Lovelace "Venus realized!" Lady Winsleigh turns very pale, she trembles and can scarcely regain her usual composure as Sir Philip, with a proud tenderness lighting up the depths of his hazel eyes, leads this vision of youth and perfect loveliness up to her, saying simply "Lady Winsleigh, allow me to introduce to you my wife!
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