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He had scarcely exchanged the usual courtesies with his host and hostess before Lady Ruth, leaning over from a little group, whispered in his ear. "Please take me away. I am bored. I want to talk to you." He paused at once. Lady Ruth nodded to her friends. "Mr. Wingrave is going to take me to hear Melba sing," she said. "See you all again, I suppose, at Hereford House!"
"Nevertheless," Wingrave admitted, "there are times when I fear that we shall not get on together. I begin to suspect that you have a conscience." "You are the first," Aynesworth assured him, "who has ever flattered me to that extent." "It may be elastic, of course," Wingrave continued, "but I suspect its existence. I warn you that association with me will try it hard."
Wingrave felt his companion's grasp tighten upon his arm; a flash of light upon the pale features and staring eyes of the young man a few feet off, showed him to be in the act of intercepting them. Then, at a sharp word from Wingrave, a policeman stretched out his arm. The young man was pushed unceremoniously away.
"Look!" she cried in some excitement, "do you see who that is in the box there the one almost next to the stage?" Aynesworth, too, uttered a little exclamation. The lights from beneath were falling full upon the still, cold face of the man who had just taken a vacant chair in one of the boxes. "Wingrave!" he exclaimed, and glanced at once at his watch. "Sir Wingrave Seton," she murmured.
She isn't the sort of woman men tire of." Lady Ruth held out her hand through the window of her electric coupe. "Thank you for my luncheon," she said. "When shall we see you again?" "In a few days," he answered, standing bareheaded upon the pavement. "I shall call directly I return." Lady Ruth nodded and leaned back. Wingrave smiled faintly as he turned away.
Consequently, it is finished." The light of hope leaped into Barrington's dull eyes, but he recognized Wingrave's desire for silence. "A few feet to your left, upon my writing table," Wingrave continued, "you will find an envelope addressed to yourself. It contains a discharge, in full, for the money I have lent you.
"As an ambassador," Wingrave said coldly, "you are not acceptable to me. It is a matter which I could only discuss with Lady Ruth herself. If Lady Ruth has anything to say to me, I will hear it." Barrington stood quite still for several moments. The veins on his forehead stood out like tightly drawn cords, his breath came with difficulty.
"Wingrave, won't you try and be friends with me?" "I will try certainly," he answered. "You would be surprised, however, if you could realize the effect of a long period of enforced seclusion upon a man of my " "Don't!" she shrieked; "stop!" "My temperament, I was about to say," he concluded.
"And yet I can assure you that I know no more of Wingrave today than when I was first attracted to him by your story and became his secretary. It is a humiliating confession, but it is the truth." "That is why you remain with him," Lovell remarked. "I suppose so! I have often meant to leave, but somehow, when the time comes, I stay on. His life seems to be made up of brutalities, small and large.
Then he shrugged his shoulders. His face had grown a little harder. "She must take her chances," he muttered. "No one knows her. Nobody is likely to find out who she is." She was down again in less time than seemed possible. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright with excitement. Wingrave took the wheel himself, and she sat up by his side. They glided off almost noiselessly.
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