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She looked and saw Sir Donald sitting opposite to the large young man with the contemptuous blue eyes and the chubby mouth. They both seemed very bored. Sir Donald bowed. "Who is that with him?" asked Lady Holme. "I don't know," said Mrs. Wolfstein. "He looks like a Cupid who's been through Sandow's school. He oughtn't to wear anything but wings."
Pimpernel Schley hardly spoke at all. When someone, turning to her, asked her what she thought about the subject under discussion, she lifted her pale eyes and said, with the choir-boy drawl: "I've got no husband and never had one, so I guess I'm no kind of a judge." "I guess she's a judge of other women's husbands, though," said Mrs. Wolfstein to Lady Cardington.
It was one of the very smartest houses in London, and since everybody knew that she had been introduced to Lady Holme, since half the world was comparing their faces and would soon begin to compare their mannerisms well, it would be better that she should not be forced into any revival of her Philadelphia talents. Mrs. Wolfstein did not warn Lady Holme.
Wolfstein in token of her pleasure in Miss Schley's success, her opinion that it had been worthily earned. As she nodded she touched one hand with the other, making a silent applause that Mrs. Wolfstein and all her friends might see. Then she let Leo Ulford put on her cloak and called pretty words down Mrs.
Their backs were towards the room, and Lady Holme and Robin drew near to them without being perceived. Mrs. Wolfstein had a loud voice and did not control it in a crowd. On the contrary, she generally raised it, as if she wished to be heard by those whom she was not addressing.
Wolfstein nor her husband, who was a financier and company promoter on a very large scale, had good taste in furniture and decoration. The mansion was spacious but dingy. There was a great deal of chocolate and fiery yellow paint. There were many stuffy brown carpets, and tables which were unnecessarily solid.
"Ah!" said Lord Holme, striking a match, and holding out his cigarette case, regardless of regulations. A momentary desire to look in at the Elwyns' possessed him. Then he thought of a supper-party and forgot it. MRS. WOLFSTEIN was right. There was money in Miss Schley's performance.
This remark led to the old question of American heiresses and the English nobility, and to a prolonged discussion as to whether or not most women ruled their husbands. Women nearly always argue from personal experience, and consequently Lady Cardington whose husband had treated her badly differed on this point from Mrs. Wolfstein, who always did precisely what she pleased, regardless of Mr.
The British Theatre was new, and the management, recognising that people prefer stalls, had given up all the available space to them, and only left room for two large boxes, which faced each other on a level with the dress circle and next the stage. Lord Holme had one. Mrs. Wolfstein had taken the other. Miss Schley's personal success in London brought together a rather special audience.
Her eye was observant although it was generally cast down. Society began to smile secretly at her talented exercises. Only a select few, like Mrs. Wolfstein, knew exactly what she was doing and why she was doing it, but the many were entertained, as children are, without analysing the cause of their amusement. Two people, however, were indignant Robin Pierce and Rupert Carey.
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