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Nice of you to come, and in such a gown too! The angels wear white lace thrown together by Victorine it is Victorine? I was certain! I'm sure. D'you like Pimpernel?" Her too lustrous eyes even Mrs. Wolfstein's eyes looked over-dressed devoured Lady Holme, and her large, curving features were almost riotously interrogative. "Yes," Lady Holme said. "Quite." "She's startled everybody."
Wolfstein lifted large eyebrows over it, and remarked to Henry, in exceptionally guttural German: "If this goes on Pimpernel's imitation will soon be completely out of date." To be out of date in Mrs. Wolfstein's opinion was to be irremediably damned.
Others looked mournfully fatuous, as if suddenly a prey to lasting and romantic grief. The older men were more impartial in their observation of Mrs. Wolfstein's guests. And all the women, without exception, fixed their eyes upon Lady Holme's hat. Lady Cardington, who seemed oppressed by grief, said to Mrs. Wolfstein: "Did you see that article in the Daily Mail this morning?" "Which one?"
Wolfstein's eager delight in it, Lady Manby's broad amusement, Robin Pierce's carefully-controlled indignation, Mr.
She wore no gloves, and many diamond rings glittered on her small fingers, the rosy nails of which were trimmed into points. As she drew near to Mrs. Wolfstein's party she walked slower and slower, as if she felt that she was arriving at a destination much too soon.
"Where'd you meet her?" "Whom? Miss Schley? At the Carlton. A lunch of Amalia Wolfstein's." "Is she pretty?" "Yes." There was no hesitation before the reply. "What colour? "Oh! not Albino." Lord Holme stared. "What d'you mean by that, girlie?" "That Miss Schley is remarkably fair fairer than I am." "Is she as pretty as you? "You can find out for yourself.
Why, you're incapable of it. The Lord defend me from hypocrisy, and there's no greater hypocrisy than one woman takin' Heaven to witness that she thinks another a stunnin' beauty." "You know nothing about it, Fritz. Mrs. Wolfstein's eyes would be lovely if they hadn't that pawnbroking expression." "Good, good! Now we're goin' to hear the voice of truth. Think it went well, eh?"
"That child is going to devastate London." Now and then Lady Holme glanced towards Sir Donald and his son. They seemed as untalkative as she was. Sir Donald kept on looking towards Mrs. Wolfstein's table. So did Leo. But whereas Leo Ulford's eyes were fixed on Pimpernel Schley, Sir Donald's met the eyes of Lady Holme.
"Forty-two Cadogan Square, I might be tempted. I came out as a mimic, you know, at Corsher and Byall's in Philadelphia." Miss Schley gazed reflectively upon the brown carpet of Mrs. Wolfstein's boudoir. "Folks said I wasn't bad," she added meditatively. "I think I ought to warn Viola," said Mrs. Wolfstein. She was peculiarly intimate with people of distinction when they weren't there.
Wolfstein's wishes. Mrs. Trent affirmed that for her part she thought women should treat their husbands as they treated their servants, and dismiss them if they didn't behave themselves, without giving them a character. She had done so twice, and would do it a third time if the occasion arose.
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