"Will she?" she said to Mrs. Wolfstein.
"Yes. If she'd never been shipwrecked she'd have been almost
entertaining, but--there's Sir Donald Ulford trying to attract your
attention."
"Where?"
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."
"It's Sir Donald's son, Leo," said Lady Cardington.
Pimpernel Schley lifted her eyes for an instant from her plate, glanced
at Leo Ulford, and cast them down again.
"Leo Ulford's a blackguard," observed Mrs. Trent. "And when a fair man's
a blackguard he's much more dangerous than a dark man."
All the women stared at Leo Ulford with a certain eagerness.
"He's good-looking," said Sally Perceval. "But I always distrust cherubic
people. They're bound to do you if they get the chance. Isn't he
married?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Trent. "He married a deaf heiress."
"Intelligent of him!" remarked Mrs. Wolfstein. "I always wish I'd married
a blind millionaire instead of Henry. Being a Jew, Henry sees not only
all there is to see, but all there isn't. Sir Donald and his Cupid son
don't seem to have much to say to one another."
"Oh, don't you know that family affection's the dumbest thing on earth?"
said Mrs.
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