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I was placed next to her, and somehow or other she seems to have convinced herself that I invited her to lunch to-day." "And you?" "To be perfectly honest I can't remember having done anything of the sort. However, what was I to do?" "What you did, of course. That is finished. Now tell me about that supper party. What happened? Was Dredlinton really rude to you?"
"I must tell Jimmy the glad tidings." Peter Phipps made his adieux to Lady Amesbury early and drove in his electric coupé first to Romano's, then to the Milan and finally to Ciro's. Here he found Dredlinton, seated in a corner by himself, a little sulky at the dancing proclivities of the young lady whom he had brought. He greeted Phipps with some surprise. "Hullo, Dreadnought!" he exclaimed.
He crossed the room and rang the bell. Once more a servant in plain clothes made his appearance with phenomenal quickness. "Send to her ladyship's room," Wingate directed, "and enquire the name and address of Lord Dredlinton's doctor. Let him be fetched here at once. Tell two of the others to come down. Lord Dredlinton must be carried into his bedroom."
Phipps scowled across the table to where Wingate's head was nearly touching Josephine's. "Lady Dredlinton seems to be achieving great popularity in every direction," he said sourly. "And a jolly good thing, too," Lady Amesbury declared. "If ever a woman earned the right to kick the traces away for a bit, Josephine has.
"What's wrong with my garrulous aunt? Has the party broken up early or weren't you a success?" "I wasn't a success," Phipps confessed grimly. "Look here, Dredlinton, are you sober enough to talk horse common sense?" "Sober? My God, can you tell me how any one can get a drink here!" was the injured reply. "I was just off somewhere else.
You are one of those damned frauds, Wingate, who pose as a purist and don't hesitate to make capital out of the harmless differences which sometimes arise between husband and wife. You sympathise with Lady Dredlinton, eh?" "I should sympathise with any woman who was your wife," Wingate assured him, his own temper rising. Dredlinton leaned a little forward. He spoke with a vicious distinctness.
He sat up, switched on the electric light by his side and gazed at the round table, his fingers clenched around the butt of his pistol. Dredlinton, from whom had come the sound, had fallen with his head and shoulders upon the table. His face was invisible, only there crept from his hidden lips a faint repetition of the cry, the hideous sob, it might have been, as of a spirit descending into hell.
"Wingate is certain to sell. He won't have an idea why we want to buy, and I shall give him twenty thousand pounds profit." "You'll find him a difficult customer," Dredlinton declared. "As you know, he hates us like poison." "He may do that," Phipps acknowledged. "I've given him cause to in my life, and hope to again. But after all, he's a shrewd fellow.
For a single moment Phipps, too, seemed about to attempt force. Then, with an ugly little laugh, he recovered himself. "My dear Lady Dredlinton, let me reason with you," he begged. "On this occasion Mr. Wingate is in opposition to our interests, your husband's and mine. You cannot " "Let Lady Dredlinton read the cable," Wingate interposed. It was done before any further interference was possible.
Lady Dredlinton carries herself bravely, but the people who know her best never cease to feel sorry for her." "You have those figures I sent you a wireless for?" Wingate asked, a little abruptly. "I have them here," Kendrick replied, producing a little roll of papers from a drawer. "They want a little digesting, even by a man with a head for figures like yours.
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