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"Oh, Adela!" she said, in a faltering voice. "No other woman would have how could you? Oh, how could you?" Her face was distorted. She looked at Lady Sellingworth with eyes that were bloodshot behind their tears. "Both of us! Both of us!" she exclaimed. "It's too horrible!" She still held Lady Sellingworth's arms. "I couldn't have done it! I should have let you go on.
"Wonder if she's afraid of going like that all by herself!" he thought. "I only wish she was my class. I wouldn't mind seeing her home." Just before she was out of sight of Lady Sellingworth's house Miss Van Tuyn looked back again. The light was gone. She knew that the door was shut and she shivered. She felt shut out. What was she going to do? She was going back to Claridge's of course.
Miss Van Tuyn had an almost inordinate belief in the attraction youth holds for men. She had none of the hidden diffidence which had been such a troubling element in Lady Sellingworth's nature. Nor was there any imp which sat out of reach and mocked her. The violet eyes were satirical; but her satire was reserved for others, and was seldom or never directed against herself.
Lights twinkled here and there in the gloom. Again the shadow passed in the corridor. A moment later Lady Sellingworth's maid appeared to take charge of the jewel-case. The crowd at the Gare du Nord was great, and the station was badly lit. Lady Sellingworth did not see her reason for coming to Paris. A carriage was waiting for her.
He ought surely to have been a jockey with that face and figure. "You are listening?" He said nothing. But he turned his face and she saw the two pin-points of light. That was enough. She told him about the theft of Lady Sellingworth's jewels, her neglect of all endeavour to recover them, her immediate plunge into middle-age after the theft, and her avoidance of general society ever since.
"Only to get a breath of air in the garden," said Lady Sellingworth. "How sensible!" She gave them a watchful smile and spoke to Eve Colton, who was hunting for the right kind of bridge, stick in hand. "I'll find Melville for you. Jennie and Sir Arthur are waiting in the card-room." "I hope you don't mind coming out for a moment?" Lady Sellingworth's unconquerable diffidence was persecuting her.
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