Rather ridiculous, you know. Where is she?"
"Somewhere in the rooms."
"What's she like?"
"Oh!--I don't know. She's in black. Go and look for her."
Lord Holme strode on. As he passed Mr. Bry he said:
"I say, Bry, d'you know Miss Pimpernel Schley?"
"Naturally."
"Come with me, there's a good chap, and--what's she like?"
As they went on into the drawing-rooms Mr. Bry dropped out:
"Some people say she's like Lady Holme."
"Like Vi! Is she? Laycock's been simply ravin'--simply ravin'--and
Laycock's not a feller to--where is she?
"We shall come to her. So there was no gee-gee to look at in the country
to-night?"
Lord Holme burst into a roar of laughter.
"There's the vestal tending her lamp," said Mr. Bry a moment later.
"The what up to what?"
"Miss Pimpernel Schley keeping the fire of adoration carefully alight."
"Where?"
"There."
"Oh, I see! Jove, what a skin, though! Eh! Isn't it? She is deuced like
Vi at a distance. Vi looks up just like that when she's singin'. Doesn't
she, though? Eh?"
He went on towards her.
Mr. Bry followed him, murmuring.
"The giant refreshed with wine. No gee-gee to-night. No gee-gee."
CHAPTER VIII
"THE brougham is at the door, my lady."
"Tell his lordship."
The butler went out, and Lady Holme's maid put a long black cloak
carefully over her mistress's shoulders. While she did this Lady Holme
stood quite still gazing into vacancy.
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