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Updated: June 19, 2025
And where are you all going afterwards?" Craven and Braybrooke got up to greet two famous members of the "old guard," Lady Wrackley and Mrs. Ackroyde. Lady Sellingworth and Miss Van Tuyn turned in their chairs, and for a moment there was a little disjointed conversation, in the course of which it came out that this quartet, too, was bound for the Shaftesbury Theatre.
Ackroyde, who was blessed with a sometimes painfully retentive memory. "I suppose it's Zotos," observed Lady Wrackley. "Who's Zotos?" inquired young Leving of the turned-up nose and the larky expression. "A Greek who's a genius and who lives in South Moulton Street." "What's he do?" "Things that men shouldn't be allowed to know anything about. Talk to Bobbie for a minute, will you?"
And at once she had a sensation of being out in the cold. They went down together in the lift. Just as they left it, and were in the hall, a woman whom Miss Van Tuyn knew slightly, a Mrs. Birchington, an intimate of the Ackroyde and Lady Wrackley set, met them coming from the entrance. "Oh, Miss Van Tuyn!" she said, stopping. She held out her hand, looking from Miss Van Tuyn to Arabian.
Braybrooke was delighted, and still more delighted when Lady Sellingworth and Craven both said that it was the best acting they had seen in London for years. "But it comes out of Russia, I suppose," said Lady Sellingworth. "Poor, wonderful, horrible, glorious Russia!" "Forgive me for a moment," said Braybrooke. "Lady Wrackley seems to want me."
Ackroyde sat down, keeping on her cloak, which was the colour of an Indian sky at night, and immediately became absorbed in the traffic of the stage. It was obvious that she really cared for art, while Lady Wrackley cared about the effect she was creating on the audience. It seemed a long time before she sat down, and let the two young men sit down too.
"What, the whole regiment?" said Craven. She sat down on a sofa by a basket of roses. He sat down near her. "No; only two or three of the leaders." "Do I know them?" "Probably. Mrs. Ackroyde?" "I know her." "Lady Archie Brook?" "Her, too." "I've also seen Lady Wrackley." "I have met Lady Wrackley, but I can hardly say I know her.
"He isn't half so unpleasant to men as to women," said Craven. "He makes a very unfair distinction between the sexes." "Naturally because he's a man." "What did Lady Wrackley say?" asked Craven, returning to their subject. "Why do you ask specially what she said?" "Because she has a reputation, a bad one, for speaking her mind."
Perhaps she was angry with him, and that was why she had not chosen to tell him that she was going abroad before she started. But what reason had he given her for anger? Mentally he reviewed the events of their last evening together. It had been quite a gay evening. Nothing disagreeable had happened unless Lady Wrackley and Mrs. Ackroyde came to his mind.
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