Wolfstein in token of her pleasure
in Miss Schley's success, her opinion that it had been worthily earned.
As she nodded she touched one hand with the other, making a silent
applause that Mrs. Wolfstein and all her friends might see. Then she let
Leo Ulford put on her cloak and called pretty words down Mrs. Leo's
trumpet, all the while nearly deafened by Fritz's demonstrations, which
even outran Mr. Laycock's.
When at last they died away she said to Leo:
"We are going on to the Elwyns. Shall you be there?"
He stood over her, while Mrs. Ulford watched him, drooping her head
sideways.
"Yes."
"We can talk it all over quietly. Fritz!"
"What's that about the Elwyns?" said Lord Holme.
"I was telling Mr. Ulford that we are going on there."
"I'm not. Never heard of it."
Lady Holme was on the point of retorting that it was he who had told her
to accept the invitation on the ground that "the Elwyns always do you
better than anyone in London, whether they're second-raters or not," but
a look in Leo Ulford's eyes checked her.
"Very well," she said. "Go to the club if you like; but I must peep in
for five minutes. Mrs. Ulford, didn't you think Miss Schley rather
delicious--?"
She went out of the box with one hand on a pink arm, talking gently into
the trumpet.
"You goin' to the Elwyns?" said Lord Holme, gruffly, to Leo Ulford as
they got their coats and prepared to follow.
"Depends on my wife.
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